Where all the words
Are the same … and
Nothing comes out but:
I love you I love you
I love you I love you
I love you I love you
?
Author Archives: Benjamin Grossman
A Recipe For Disaster
In love with this!
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.)
Mending Advice
The surest way
To fine-tune a broken heart
Is to change the strings
Temporary Creation
When we parted
You said we would
Become nothing
Yet from nothing
Came something
old and new
borrowed blue
In layman terms:
A sorrow for at least one
Though maybe for two
Can’t Meditate
I can clear my mind of
Everything but
YOU
Conscious Uncoupling
It was an easy task to forget you:
I simply remembered you.
(Another) Line
Words sound better when you’re near
Skeptical Knowledge
Never trusted
left or right
Only trusted
brain and sight
Never trusted
what they write
Only trusted
those who fight
Never trusted
wrong or right
Only trusted
shedding light
How To Become A Writer
At night
Throw yourself away
At dawn
Remake yourself fresh
Fluid gender
Fluid sex
Be nowhere but
Let your eyes and ears wander everywhere
Be novel
Be the .5 kid
Write in ash
Turn voices of the past
Into a group of one
Bleach your heart
Dress your hands in dirt
Soak your mind in tears
Dry it in the yellow warmth
Walk half a marathon in another’s shoes
Walk the other half barefoot
For months at a time
Exercise only your fingers
Be only your fingers
Become a shadow amongst the shadows
Then emerge with a cloud of words
Rain them upon your listeners
Until they say, “You’re as essential as the weather.”
(Published first by the Eunoia Review here.)