Author Archives: Benjamin Grossman

Meditation On Seasons Of The Body

Summer comes first. Always, summer comes first with a sunlight-like weight upon your shoulders. Everything, everyone is a light bulb, a candle that cannot be blown out despite the murderous winds. Pleasure dresses the unknown. Wonder builds an unexplored city. Doors open doors that open doors that expose your eyes to the play areas of enjoyment: mountains of dreams, slides of hope, clouds for trampolining. But spring comes next: the realization of the mirror, the blossoming of other eyes upon you. Thorns grow where they’re not supposed to and bars fence in your heart. Winter storms in like a hic … cup. Here, frozen faces stop smiles. Invisible clouds shield you from the forgotten warmth of yellow. Longing impregnates your mind, swallows softer thoughts until they sink below the surface of love. And finally you enter the fall, lose your footprints amongst the leave-carpeted floor. Some days your eyes are green and some days they are red. But most days your eyes are so black that you forget about the changing of the seasons.

(Originally published at the Eunoia Review here.)

A Recipe For Disaster

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My Mind:

Ingredients

  • 6 c. Overthinking
  • 2 1/2 c. Try Harder
  • 1/2 c. Fear
  • 5 Tbs. Worry
  • 4 Tbs. Stress
  • 2 tsp. Sorrow
  • A pinch of Anxiety
  • A single grain of Starlight

Instructions

1. Heat the Overthinking in a saucepan until boiling

2. Add Worry, Fear, Stress, and Anxiety to Overthinking in the saucepan and heat until about 300°F (or hard crack)

(Note: If it is not smooth, try adding a little bit more Fear, it really helps with the consistency)

3. Combine all of the ingredients (except for the Try Harder and Sorrow) in a container that can logically only hold about 6 cups and set it aside for at least 5 minutes, or until it settles.

4. While the other ingredients settle, whip up the Try Harder with an egg beater or a whisk until peaks start to form. If the peaks are not staying up, add more…

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My Philosophy of Smell

Onions reek of tears. Mushrooms have the same aroma of the earth. Grapefruits fill one’s nose with deceitfulness. A whiff of a ripe banana is unfriendly and a clementine aggressive. An apple has a soft radiant quality to it, like raw spinach, which resembles the scent of the sun, while lemons provide an adventurous scent that teleports about the room. Garlic smells hateful. Cinnamon is flirtatious; honey bitter and seductive. Oregano is less attractive but captivating in its promise of sweetness. Grapes flaunt their pureness; cloves their promiscuity; carrots their indifference. Ginger holds a sour resentfulness in one’s nose. Nutmeg functions as its lighter alternative. Cayenne pepper and jalapenos make hot a smell. Vanilla is pleasing and warm, so unlike the prickly scent of vinegar, yet much like the delightful tenderness of blueberries. With one’s eyes closed raisins can be mistaken for polluted grapes. Peaches perfume the air with sophistication; pears fall somewhere between the former fruits, not too meek and not too feisty. Watermelons, and only watermelons, have the fragrance of second chances.

(Originally published at the Eunoia Review here.)