Tag: Books
Posted on April 20, 2018
by Elan Mudrow
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I sing the body barcode, a song of the UPC. The canto is a digital coo, a soul in parts, composed inside a theme of headers, background, and fonts. At the heart is a word genie, that inner crank of my machine, creating unique…
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Posted on April 13, 2018
by Elan Mudrow
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I came from chaotic matter, unformed, unnamed, a forest of thought, discord, a region of unlikeness. But now I am formed, symmetrical, a language, a song, a poem, matter between skin, meanings I would like to think of as endowed with light. I did…
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Posted on January 25, 2018
by Elan Mudrow
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I remember swimming against your current, only to find myself stuck, muscles not strong enough to make progress. I learned to swim with you. I remember heading for your deepest channels, where the big ships travel, catching large wakes. Your cautions were always whispers….
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Category: PortraitsTags: Author, Blog, Books, Hiking, Life, Love, Nature, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Writing
Posted on January 16, 2018
by Elan Mudrow
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Being poetic can be accidental However, Being a poet is no accident
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Posted on January 15, 2018
by Elan Mudrow
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The streets at night shimmer under the emerging, movement of streetlights. It’s the tree limbs that cause their action. Above them, wires stretch into an evolution of light and dark. Of course, that’s where we kiss. Where else? And it’s a damn good smooch….
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Posted on December 11, 2017
by Elan Mudrow
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Feel free to make representations out of your own fiction. Be careful when you make representations of someone else’s truth.
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Category: Short SayingsTags: Author, Blog, Books, Fiction, Hiking, Life, Love, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Writing
Posted on October 23, 2017
by Elan Mudrow
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A reader dips a hand Into swift water Waiting in initial silence To be taken by the current An author swims Without life preserver Arms….splashing Yelling towards the shoreline
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