Shel Graves' Sensorium

Taste: refried beans Sight: roseate light, defined edges; poufy, blue-bell princess dress La Quinceañera at Green Lake; pink inside; Spotted Towhee Touch: distended belly, nausea Sound: Canadian geese thrumming overhead like the inside of a diggeridoo Smell: maple bars; jasmine flower green tea Extra: leopard dream, an outline, writing; "Equal education and opportunity must needs bring to light whatever aptitudes a man has, and neither social prejudices nor mercenary considerations hamper him in the choice of his life work." — Edward Bellamy, Looking Backward

Taste: sourdough bread Sight: 16.65 cm: the length of my liver; she's headphone jittery, pulling her jeans out from between her butt cheeks, crinkly ponytail and spangled black shirt, jerking the sunlight across the walk Touch: tender beneath the breastbone Sound: blood coursing through my aorta and the largest vein in my liver: wukasha, wukasha Smell: chocolate-espresso-cupcake Extra: "I felt that night that to have known such fulfillment was to be, in some part of my being, forever safe from absolute despair, from the ruin of the soul. Joy my shield." — Lavinia , Ursula K. Le Guin; Epitaph: "She was, and still is, a great listener."; "But there are no forbidden values. Anyone who lives in a democracy has the right to wish for whatever they want, and to express any views and feelings whatsoever, as long as these do not offend, threaten or persecute." — The Unit , Ninni Holmqvist; serotonin transporter gene ; "What do you say to people who ...

Taste: curry tofu Sight: a red hummingbird; satiny purple shallots Touch: creamy tofu Sound: "What am I a hummingbird?"; "Ignorance isn't bliss." "Is it?" "I don't know." Smell: Chocolate, Fig, Guiacwood, Matcha, Mimosa, Patchouli: Evelyn, Sweet Anthem "smoky and sweet, with tender green leaves and fruits" Extra: flounces, a tiara, and hot pink satin; "What is left after death? Everything else. The sun a man saw rise goes down though he does not see it set. A woman sits down to the weaving another woman left in the room." — Lavinia , Ursula K. Le Guin; "Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity." —John Milton; a lucid, meta flying dream