Category: Poetry
Here is where my deepest heart lies. These writings emanate from the many times when my passion hits the bottom and other times where it seems to fly on wings. To solace myself, I go to the woods on deep forest trails, pray to waterfalls, look over valleys, and dip my hands in the waters of springs, hoping to soothe myself. Forgive me if I get angry; for at times I’m just plain mad at the world.
Posted on October 23, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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The city is not anyone’s anymore, as if it ever was. The empty railroad warehouses, where… Romance wore smudged faces, fought over a tough touch. Now, old bruises, vanished on the wide surface of skin. Strong arms refused to let go To lovers Who…
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Posted on October 21, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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Her house is sunshine, a bright glow. The wind can only brush against her windows, slip away into daylight. She warms her hands against the walls and that heat wears her palms soft. She touches you and you feel it beneath your skin. Below…
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Category: PoetryTags: Animals, Art, Blog, Fable, Fantasy, illusion, Life, Light, Love, Magic, moths, Nature, Photography, Poem, Poetry, strength, Writing
Posted on October 20, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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The sun is dull today, grey clouds and a cold, cold rain. Thrushes scatter from tree to tree…scolding me. Witch hazel fades to orange, then red. Oak leaves are starved skeletons and thistles appear as brittle, brown tubes. The spring with its wild water,…
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Category: PoetryTags: Art, Author, Blog, Books, Fall, Hiking, Life, Love, Nature, Oregon, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Writing
Posted on October 16, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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The streets have no direction, no destination. They wind back into themselves, while they take her… somewhere… she’s never been. She looks at a map of the city, it would appear to be simple, small, within a defined space. On the streets is a…
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Category: Poetry, PortraitsTags: Blog, Books, City, Life, Love, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Reading, Spirit, Writing
Posted on October 11, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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She walks the old road, its surface malleable, as dirt reclaims its path. Once a smoothness exited, now gone, curves vanishing, the wind, indeterminant. Her bones feel like prisms, sharp angles, poking out of moving flesh, legs move with assuredness, tenderness. The road has soft…
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Category: PoetryTags: Art, Author, Blog, Books, Life, Love, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Road, Writing
Posted on October 9, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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The coolness of the air. Our fragile, brittle breaths. Warmth is a supple sound Moving through fallen leaves.
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Posted on October 7, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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The fireman walks down to the dock, where the fisherman adjusts his line every few minutes. I see the fireman asking the fisherman questions. The fireman seems concerned, looking towards me as he talks. You see, I’ve been taking photos of the firehouse,…
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Category: PoetryTags: Art, Blog, Fishing, Life, Love, Nature, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Profiling, River, Terrorist, Writing
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