Tag: Books
Posted on January 27, 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…
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Category: Flash Fiction, Poetry, PortraitsTags: Art, Author, Blog, Books, Letters, Life, Love, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Words, Writing
Posted on January 13, 2020
by Elan Mudrow
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These cold hills stand unconcerned of what walks beneath them. Snow, that made it through the day’s rain, will be covered by night’s newest layer of white. But here today, the rain collects upon the trail. Footprints lie scattered. There are recent ones, still…
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Category: PoetryTags: Author, Books, Hiking, Life, Love, Nature, Oregon, outdoors, outside, Poem, Poetry, Rain, Reading, River, Snow, Winter, Writing
Posted on December 30, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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The creek isn’t cruel by not knowing my name. Even though, I have known its name all my life. On walks, I still follow its voice, soothed by its flow. I won’t ask it to know me. I’m okay with being an eternal stranger…
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Category: PoetryTags: Art, Author, Blog, Books, Life, Love, Names, Nature, outdoors, outside, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Reading, Writing
Posted on November 27, 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 November 4, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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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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Category: PoetryTags: Art, Blog, Books, Cold, Fall, Hiking, Life, Love, outdoors, outside, People, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Sun, Weather, Winter, 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
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