Tag: Synesthesia

A hyper-realistic photograph-like image: A bare forearm rises diagonally from the lower left toward a clenched fist near the upper center-right. The fist is crushing an enormous handful of intensely saturated electric-blue Slurpee. The blue ice bulges extravagantly between essentially every finger, with chunks breaking away and suspended droplets falling beneath the hand. The fingernails are painted glossy black with multicolored glitter, but the polish is chipped and irregular, exposing portions of the nails. Blue syrup and ice flecks stain the fingers. Melted blue liquid pours down the wrist and forearm in thick, irregular streams. The skin is very wet and shiny, with strong sunlight picking out pores, creases, hairs, and reflections. Behind the arm is a warm cream/off-white concrete wall, softly out of focus. It has stains, small dark marks, seams and weathering, but nothing that competes with the hand. A narrow gray-brown strip of ground appears along the bottom. The blue is astonishing. Created with ChatGPT for “slurpees.”

“Slurpees” * Poetry * Riley Fable

aromatica poetica August 12, 2026

slurpees coca cola slurpee brown, the green on an apple flavored candy, like the soda but with small pieces of ice, the slush stays in your mouth for a bit longer; cold against your lips, tangy taste coating your whole tongue; premier blue like the ocean on its brightest days, the harsh lights of an excitingly luminescent crystal, frozen liquid that you really shouldn’t drink again. I see the same emptiness by the hotel exit, I don’t know whether I’ll …

Albert, a male mandrill with his red and blue face squats on a rock in the Berlin Zoo with some trees behind him: Sep 2015 by Katma0601. Creative Commons.

“The Flavors of Red” & Other Poems * Sharon Whitehill

aromatica poetica May 15, 2024

The Flavors of Red 1 It arrives with the salt taste of blood, the hot-pepper burn on the tongue, strikes the ear with the force of a shouted command or the pitch of a scream, and remains like the lingering mark of a slap, the invisible glow of an unwanted touch. 2 Drink your wine in a room …

Poems & Flash Prose by Mel Finefrock

aromatica poetica March 4, 2019

*Aromatica Poetica is delighted to present Mel Finefrock’s poetry and flash prose in our Blind Writers Project series sponsored by Awesome Foundation Disability* Runoff That night, I washed my hair over and over again as if to clear my head of the persistent thought that I must be unclean. Five months down the road, that rose shampoo has only just begun to smell again of other memories, like that weekend at my dad’s or afternoons on the trail with a …

The Appreciation and Distillation of Milkweed Hydrosol in Three Acts

aromatica poetica October 29, 2017

Act One, by M. Leona Godin, is about her encounter with milkweed hydrosol in a class taught by Cathy Skipper & Florian Birkmayer MD. Act Two is a poem written by Cathy Skipper, who created the online hydrosols certification program through The School for Aromatic Studies. Act Three details the collection and distillation of milkweed in the beautiful Taos region of New Mexico by Cathy Skipper & Florian Birkmayer MD. Act One: Drinking Monarch Nectar, AKA Milkweed (Asclepias) By …