Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Category: Poetry
The Ocean Welcomes Me Back
She knows me. Though, I haven’t seen All that she is….. All her anger and angst Frozen at times, treacherous. I know her From the safety of my footing. She can pull me, She pulls me, I am pulled Not by ebb, but by…
The High Lakes
The high lakes, frozen, clear, Distort reflections of the mountain. Old men with trekking poles Filter through the forest. All with some form of Achilles And Homeric hunger pangs. Drawn to recite soliloquies To the unmoving cold. Return to the…
The Town That Fell Into The Sea
The ocean hides, sitting low like the winter sun. Its sound seeps through knolls Through sand, vine, and footprints Through trees rooted in confused snarl Threading lightly between our anonymous hands Our faces washed away Until the lights of Highway 101 Reattach themselves…
Above Multnomah Falls
This warm winter makes the creek scream like spring. I dip my hand in, as far in as my long sleeves let me Smooth stones, slick, cold life, years in my hands. My fragile blood beats, knows the water by heart. It’s good…
The Wind Chases Feral
The wind is amplified by the valley. A sign, to go no further. This wind searches ravines, ravages tops of evergreens, escapes up through mountains, lets loose upon a cold sky. A harsh exhale, a winter bite, snickering past sunrise, diving into sunset, searching…
Under Clear Skies
The ground is the hardest clay Groups of limbs follow its path Huddle in the sun Knees hidden, ankles astray Plot on how to tiptoe along cushions of leaves.
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