Tag: Art

A Small Movement

There is a time when you know That you have loved With such depth….that The effect of that sense, Its peaks and its lows, Lovely affections and soft underbelly Fuses to your bones Becomes the art of your limbs   It is the meat… Continue Reading “A Small Movement”

Unfurling

Before the unfurling The inward bloom An artist’s fist Compressed to the movement Of skin and desire Held to earth By fragile stem One day will Follow the sun Learn to lure the bee Speak in soft flesh tones…. And landing upon transitory beauty… Continue Reading “Unfurling”

Slow Burst — Elan Mudrow Photography

Oregon Garden, September 2017 via Slow Burst — Elan Mudrow Photography

Close-In

The leaf blowers start. Smell of gas fills the air. Mounds begin to form. There’s stragglers. Spots of yellow and orange Upon lawns watered To a suspended green During the black and white Months Of summer. A few flattened in driveways By the press… Continue Reading “Close-In”

Looking Up (O Minute Read)

Burnt Lake Trail, Oregon, September, 2017 Follow this link Or this link Or even this link elanmudrow@gmail.com via Looking Up — Elan Mudrow Photography

The Last Evening — Elan Mudrow Photography

Oregon Garden, September 2017 Follow this link Follow this link Follow this link elanmudrow@gmail.com via The Last Evening — Elan Mudrow Photography

Summer 2017

Wild mood swings Calm. We soothe our wounds, Reconstruct, Find the kind story. Though words Linger. We begin a new Autumn memory   Try this link Or this link Or even this link  

Earthscape — Elan Mudrow Photography

Oregon Garden, September 2017 Enter this link. Or this link. Or even this link elanmudrow@gmail.com via Earthscape — Elan Mudrow Photography

Bridge Over Troubled Ferns — Elan Mudrow Photography

Oregon Coast Trail, Cape Lookout. August 2017 via Bridge Over Troubled Ferns — Elan Mudrow Photography

Nourish

Bits of straw, loose grain Scattered on harvest floor. Gleaned after tough rain Of the native moon Left nothing but tussled turf, and….. Remnants of our hunger.   Those bones, crop stalks Will bleach in encroaching, Inedible sunlight, Who comes As either life or… Continue Reading “Nourish”

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