Maxioms by Diane Ackerman
Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.
Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.
Smell brings to mind... a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern read more
Smell brings to mind... a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a Midwestern town. Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years.
Touch seems to be as essential as sunlight
Touch seems to be as essential as sunlight
It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.
It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.
A poem records emotions and moods that lie beyond normal language, that can only be patched together and hinted at read more
A poem records emotions and moods that lie beyond normal language, that can only be patched together and hinted at metaphorically.
