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taiwanese grass jelly herb (3.1/5) (cooling, bitter mint sensation that feels light but has an intense climate. apparently, when steeped with agar agar or gelatin, it can thicken into a jelly. however, i would prefer to drink the herb as is.) "And surely you have seen, in the darkness of the most innermost rooms of these huge buildings, to which sunlight never penetrates, how the gold lead of a sliding door or screen will pick up a distant glimmer from the garden, then suddenly send forth an ethereal glow, a faint golden light cast into the enveloping darkness. How in such a dark place, gold draws so much light to itself is a mystery to me. Modern man, in his well-lit house, knows nothing of the beauty of gold, but those who lived in the dark houses of the past were not merely captivated by its beauty, they also knew its practical value, for gold in these dim rooms, must have served the function of a reflector. Were it not for shadows, there would be no beauty." Tanizaki'...
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Hating the Phoenix is

hating a myth and hating a myth is hating a swan's wind

under my dress and a wind under my dress is a confession

and a confession is dyeing my hair sangria and hair dyed

sangria is a sadness and sadness is a sane emotion

and a sane emotion is candling an egg and egg candling is

flirting with a god and flirting with a god is a rising and not

the pain it requires and and the pain it requires is a valentine

and a valentine is kindling for February and kindling in

February is a playlist of old pop songs and a playlist 

of old pop songs is a seance of ghosts and a seance

of ghosts is sexing the shadows and sex in the shadows

is bullying your name to my lips and your name on my lips

is a fire's career in hunger and a fire's career in hunger is 

a tax paid in ashes and a tax paid in ashes is a marriage

and a marriage is Forgive me and forgiving me is another

weeping and another weeping is a pair of wings beating

red and breathless beneath my dress, alive enough to burn.


-Traci Brimhall




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