Mural at the entrance to the Kobe Ropeway. I imagine this scene smells like ice cream & heliotropes.
My eighth post for the Ploughshares blog digs deep into a somewhat-neglected sense, smell. Take a whiff. (Did I miss any synonyms for smell in this post’s tags?)
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Tags: aroma, fragrance, olfactory, perfume, ploughshares, scent, smell, stench, writing prompts
Anca L. Szilágyi is a Brooklynite living in Chicago. Her fiction appears in Lilith Magazine, Confrontation, Fairy Tale Review, and elsewhere. Her nonfiction appears in Los Angeles Review of Books, Salon, Electric Literature, and elsewhere. She is the recipient of fellowships and awards from Made at Hugo House, Jack Straw Cultural Center, 4Culture, and Artist Trust. The Stranger hailed Anca as “a fantastic magical realist.” She is the author of Daughters of the Air, which Shelf Awareness called “a striking debut from a writer to watch” and The Seattle Review of Books called “a creation of unearthly talents.”
