Monthly Archives: April 2018

Maybe—That—Would Awaken—Them

Song lingers, body shaped by its charms. The instrument, tarnished and scratched, still distinct… Soft metal of depth, built from devotion, a loneliness all know, few embrace. Upon first touch, cold as granite, then melody’s warmth wraps…the air. Strange kind … Continue reading

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Imprints

Trails… little lines through forests… embrace connections, gather imprints, from hiking boot, the brave flip flop, the weekend tennis shoe. I’m not alone, but, there’s a separateness I can’t deny.  My feet…clunky…bony things…bad negotiators of ground, stumbles into sunlight, with … Continue reading

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To Wander

This south wind Brings a warmth Tickling the side Of rhododendrons Waiting for the fluster Of petals who fall The quickest, earliest Sticking to shoes Tracked into the kitchen   “I meant to tell [you] How I longed For just … Continue reading

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Out The Other — Elan Mudrow Photography

  Waste: To consume, spend, or employ uselessly. Without adequate return. Use to no avail or profit; squander. To fail or neglect to use. To destroy or consume gradually; wear away.   Drinking fountain drain, Mt. Tabor, Portland Oregon, March … Continue reading

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Last Reaches — Elan Mudrow Photography

Tentacles like arms reach for a last touch of sky. Forest fires burn differently depending on the environment. Some fires lick the bark off of trees but leave them alive to grow new skin. Others, like this one, scorch, leaving … Continue reading

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Opus

I mimic the forest, where ferns gentle as flowers, leaves like feral pastels, shape the wind’s hymn, creating a counterpoint of chaos and calm.   There, the birds have memorized melodies older than the shape of my skeleton. Even young … Continue reading

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A Bad Case Of Hubbub

Lucy runs into the house with fright on her face. “Mom!? Jimmy told me I’ve got bad case of the glimmer! Feel my forehead. Jimmy said I needed to get a shot!” Mom plays along, feels Lucy’s forehead. “Yes, I … Continue reading

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