Garlicaromatherapy – A Poem

Wouldn’t it be lovely if one neighbor Squashed, a plethora, or what appears Nose-wise, as six tons of garlic cloves, From an open apartment hall alcove, Broadcasting molecular gastronomy; Relinquishing its vivid aromatherapy, To nasal stations in an entire zipcode, Like scented telegraphs of Morse code. While spicy Allium and her twin Aroma Frolic, spreadingContinue reading “Garlicaromatherapy – A Poem”