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Quote #1255 - #HolyUnholyPomegranate
14 Sep, 2026
HOLY UNHOLY POMEGRANATE
"I felt my heart crack slowly like a pomegranate, spilling its seeds."
Trebor Healey
A HORSE NAMED SORROW
"I remember that pomegranate well--the leathery red skin, the fleshy weight of it in my hand promising wine-sweet clusters of ruby fruit. As I lifted it off the pile, I imagined the satisfying crunch, the release of tangy perfume, the juices glazing my lips and running down my chin. Ah, that biblical fruit with its poignant umbilical tip, choice of the gods and food of the dead."
Elle Newmark
THE BOOK OF UNHOLY MISCHIEF
"Once when I was living in the heart of a pomagranate, I heard a seed saying, 'Someday I shall be a tree, and the wind will sing in my branches, and the sun will dance on my leaves, and I shall be strong and beautiful through all the seasons.'"
Kahlil Gibran
THE POMAGRANATE
Jewish New Year,
apples and honey.
But some say no no,
not apples,
but pomegranates.
As it was not an apple in Eden's garden
but a pomegranate that held all knowledge
beneath its weathered skin.
A pomegranate that tempted Eve,
and with which Eve tempted Adam.
Pomegranates and wisdom--
both worth losing our supposed idyllic playground.
I know they are my favorite fruit--
even now only available one season
(it used to be one month)
tough skin that must be somehow cracked open
but if cut, how it bleeds
and how the blood stains.
Yet picked apart slowly
with patient fingers,
the richest, ripest, juiciest seeds,
each holding the potential of growth--
a branch, a tree,
a million pomegrates--
each juicy seed both tart and sweet,
each story both holy and unholy,
contradictory co-existing reality,
like life itself.
Shellen Lubin
September 14, 2026
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