Category: Portraits
Words can paint, each letter, a bristle of a brush. The sentence becomes a stroke. Paragraphs shape objects. A portrait needs no beginning, middle, or end. When we look deep at a painting, we can’t help but wonder why the Mona Lisa smiles. If you look deep enough at portraits, close enough to pick out desire, they jump out of the frame. The frame is the story. Break out! Break out!
Posted on October 5, 2020
by Elan Mudrow
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Her eyes…opaque. If you look into them, she won’t return your greeting. Her sight fixes upon someone who’s not there, as if the air holds a face that no one can see except for her. In words you don’t trust, she tells you what… Continue Reading “The 99 Cent Lady”
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Posted on September 21, 2020
by Elan Mudrow
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Denny and I, with his Wasco legs, inside Gifford Pinchot… Late, when the dust of the gravel road settles, fast, into black… We cup our hands, to make an old whistle, like the hoot of an owl To settle our minds, to settle our… Continue Reading “Wishpoosh”
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Category: Poetry, PortraitsTags: Art, Blog, Life, Love, Myths, Nature, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Reading, Uncategorized, Writing
Posted on June 7, 2020
by Elan Mudrow
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She’s a tangent, planting words in wild rows that release constant seeds, adrift, landing upon her skin, a skin she reads to herself. Her heartbreak, an apocalypse of reincarnations, dust on the floor, dry paper, bits, clumps, wheat lost from the chaff, molded to… Continue Reading “Love Letters”
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Category: Flash Fiction, Poetry, PortraitsTags: Art, Author, Blog, Books, Letters, Life, Love, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Words, Writing
Posted on June 1, 2020
by Elan Mudrow
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Category: PortraitsTags: Abstract, architecture, Art, Author, Blog, Books, deconstructionism, Derrida, Life, Literature, Love, Mathematics, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Reading, Uncategorized, Water, Writing
Posted on May 11, 2020
by Elan Mudrow
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Category: PortraitsTags: Art, Author, Blog, Books, Life, Love, Nature, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Reading, Writing
Posted on April 12, 2020
by Elan Mudrow
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The deer mouse comes out, when the night covers the entire sky. Through foliage, appearing in little instants, eyes gleaming black, tail flying behind him. He’s in the peripheral of your flashlight as his jump crests the undergrowth. His business, a serious endeavor,… Continue Reading “Silent Friendship”
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Category: PortraitsTags: amwriting, Animals, Art, iartg, Life, Love, Nature, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Writing
Posted on March 30, 2020
by Elan Mudrow
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The road—a language. The forest—a heart. Two voices. Both twist around mountains Where one can lose oneself Or be found.
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Category: Poetry, PortraitsTags: Art, Author, Blog, Books, Life, Love, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Reading, Writing
Posted on March 9, 2020
by Elan Mudrow
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Work From rain and melted snow To find a way to the creek. To a stream, in a hurried dash to the ocean And here I stand, with bits of waterfalls trapped, inside buckets. My shoes. Soggy, wicking socks Make close friends… Continue Reading “Destinations”
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Category: Poetry, PortraitsTags: Art, Author, Books, Life, Love, Ocean, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Reading, Water, Waterfalls, Writing
Posted on March 2, 2020
by Elan Mudrow
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This river runs cruel… This river runs cold. I know she’s lost in this wilderness, where the lakes are silent, dampened by snow. Here, she walks on the edge of everything. This river will meet the sea, that’s where all lies cease, for… Continue Reading “Cruel River”
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Category: Flash Fiction, Poetry, PortraitsTags: Art, Author, Blog, Books, Life, Love, Nature, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Reading, River, Writing
Posted on November 25, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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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… Continue Reading “The High Lakes”
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Category: Poetry, PortraitsTags: Art, Blog, Lake, Life, Literature, Love, Nature, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, Wilderness, Winter, Writing
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