The Hum of Electric Veins
The air in the city tastes like ozone and cold metal, a sharp, metallic tang that settles on the back of the tongue. It is a dry, static-filled sensation, the kind that makes the fine hairs on your arms stand up as if they are reaching for…
Tulips at Sunset, by Ron ter BurgThe Velvet Hum of Earth
The smell of damp soil after a long day of heat is a heavy, sweet perfume that clings to the back of the throat. It is the scent of things waking up, of roots stretching through cool, dark pockets of earth. When I press my palms into the ground,…
The Weight of the Cup
The smell of scorched maize and boiling water always pulls me back to a kitchen I haven't visited in decades. It is a thick, humid scent that clings to the back of the throat, promising a warmth that starts in the belly and radiates outward…