Month: March 2018

Perennial

Long-stemmed daffodils, whose faces are flushed by a cold spring storm, act as if their lover, the sun, has left too early and is done. Flowers like drunken ladies, brazen young daisies, mouths full of desperate drink, mistake their first kiss for a one-night…

Soul

It rolls and rumbles out of you Like you don’t understand the fuss But you do, ‘cause you feel the buzz For it holds your curves and your nerves Connects you to the low frequency Keeping you off the high wire And that damned…

Fallen Lantern — Elan Mudrow Photography

Lewis and Clark National Historic Park, Oregon, March 2018 via Fallen Lantern — Elan Mudrow Photography

Rejects — Elan Mudrow Photography

via Rejects — Elan Mudrow Photography

Chainsaw (Portrait 12)

Open to the air are rings measuring my past. It was you who told me once, I have depth. (Yes, you did say that.) A culmination of sense growing under thickened hide, a comforter of bark, a cloak of wood. And you must remember,…

Alternating — Elan Mudrow Photography

Mt. Tabor, Portland Oregon, February, 2018 via Alternating — Elan Mudrow Photography

Vulnerability

Only through our vulnerabilities   Can we speak of ourselves Where no genders build language Where no categories structure Your reaction to my voice….. My reaction to your voice. Either of us can be the words Slicing into the coolness Of our combined angers……..

Sweet Dirt (Portrait 10)

You thought it would’ve been water and initially you were right. Then, the ocean changed. No one was surprised. After all, that’s what we do, change, survive, change again if we don’t die first. Not very poetic. What nipped us in the ass was…

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