Category: Poetry
Posted on June 17, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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—-“Is it her singing that enchants us or is it not rather the solemn stillness enclosing her frail little voice?” -Franz Kafka I know the place he visits…those melodies. Songs like children that make sure you never forget your heart. I’ve tangled with them,…
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Category: PoetryTags: Art, Blog, Fado, Franz Kafka, Josephine The Singer, Life, Literature, Love, Music, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Songs, Writing
Posted on May 30, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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The amount of alcohol in her drink. The loudness of her laugh. Soft shirt sleeves, brushing raw, coded skin. Tender angst made her… Makes her Voice rise Like dinnertime restaurant dishes. All she said, forgotten. All she would have said, remembered.
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Category: PoetryTags: Art, Author, Blog, Books, Life, Love, Photography, Poem, Poetry, what'sthisreallyabout?, Writing
Posted on May 10, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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Branches, once a small bridge, lie over missing mud, lose their original meaning. Now, a hard turf sits like a soft concrete, an uneven glaze dried upon them. The branches are caked, bricks in dirt, an ancient architecture. I see the trail, in its…
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Posted on April 26, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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There are the flash fiction folks, the poetry peeps, long read lingerers, essay sippers, quote queers, novel nuts, the journalist jackals…sci fi sympathizers, romance unrequited rejects, the mystery mongers, the New York old-timers, speculative spectators, fantasy freaks, comic-con artists, and the not-so-young adult Harry…
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Category: Lists, PoetryTags: Art, Author, Blog, Books, Life, Love, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Reading, Writing
Posted on April 18, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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The river is high for winter, but it’s still the water I know, its muddy banks, dirty shore, lucid waves. Swollen, I can’t follow it to the lighthouse. I cut through brambles, to the trail, stepping on spongy flora forming a false carpet,…
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Category: Flash Fiction, PoetryTags: Art, Author, Book, Hiking, Life, Love, Photography, Poem, Poetry, River, Writing
Posted on April 12, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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There’s so many speaking, not wanting to give up the slough. They’ve had it for the entire winter… to themselves Chickadees, common nighthawks, grebes, sneaky rails and coots. The marsh, still cold…wet…wants to capture my clumsy steps. Grasses hide the outer rim of…
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Category: PoetryTags: Art, Backpacking, Birds, Blog, Hiking, Life, Love, Nature, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Writing
Posted on April 5, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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One can hear the electrical wires in the rain near the scattered towns. Your voice is still under those lines, in one town or another, poking around old man bars. You wanted to see where the forest ditched the highway, where the grid no…
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