Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Tag: Creative Writing
Flannel Likes Your Grandma
Posted on March 6, 2015 by Elan Mudrow
Comforters are insecure Blankets hide in between secrets Muffling the truth of the matter Pillows make lewd suggestions To any side of the head That happens to take an interest Sheets are cold at first Until they warm up to you King, Queen,…
Sacred Clothing
Posted on February 27, 2015 by Elan Mudrow
Suspenders are oblivious To their importance They hold shit up Panties can only be pink once Bras are too self-involved Gloves never lay a hand on anything Belts are for the buttless Tightening up when uncomfortable Loosening up after a few drinks Jock…
Category: Poetry, The Fashioned SeriesTags: Author, Clothes, Creative Writing, Emily Dickinson, Gertrude Stein, Modernism, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Victorian Literature, Women, Writer, Writing
Apprehensive Sunlight
Posted on January 30, 2015 by Elan Mudrow
The floor chases the sun Disturbing the warmth, Dust wanders Within bent beams, embedded In light captured heat Moves as an animal, crawling Never quite caught, always catching Late leaves, blended with sidewalks Attempt a crossing, through portal Entering dry, slightly sifted…
I See Behind The Glance
Posted on January 16, 2015 by Elan Mudrow
I see behind the glance The smell of hair My nose dug deep Kisses graze off Missed deserts drink Daylight, a fear Nighttime, a place of fibs Soft hidden in the harsh I have no sight Beyond what I feel Fingertips…
Category: PoetryTags: Author, Creative Writing, Depression, Erotic, Heartbreak, Kissing, Loneliness, Love, Meditation, Night, Nighttime, Passion, Poem, Poetry, Sex, Spirituality, Writer, Writing
Touching
Posted on January 12, 2015 by Elan Mudrow
When you don’t touch for the first time, you never have to touch for the last time. But, all the touching in between those two creates a world of its own. Next time, go ahead and touch throughout. No matter how long it…
Category: Short SayingsTags: Books, Creative Writing, Erotica, Fiction, Love, Marriage, One Night Stand, Passion, Poem, Poetry, Poets, Prose, Reading, Relationships, Romance, Sex, Spirituality, Writing
Beyond Words
Posted on December 27, 2014 by Elan Mudrow
She vibrates on trails high above Tunnel Falls, where lakes colder than winter wait. No one sees her, only a wake follows. Her apparition is enough to remind her of words left behind—words which cut into her skin—permanent wounds. Not the simple healing of…
Category: PoetryTags: Art, Artist, Author, Creative Writing, English Class, Famous, Fiction, Literary Theory, Literature, Music, Pagan, Philosophy, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Prose, Religion, Short Story, Silence, Singer, Snow, Witch, Writing
I Want To Tell Those Eyes
Posted on December 22, 2014 by Elan Mudrow
The window rattles every time a door is closed. They are being closed all the time. I place my hand on the window to stop it from rattling. Unfortunately, this brings me to the point of being able to look outside My hand…
Category: PoetryTags: "Afictionette", Affection, Author, Creative Writing, Eyes, Hope, Inspiration, Life, Literature, Longing, Lost, Love, Passion, Poem, Poetry, Prison, Prose, Reading, Sadness, Spirituality, Writing
Beauty
Posted on December 15, 2014 by Elan Mudrow
Beauty is not looks, but the ability to look.
Category: Short SayingsTags: Author, Beauty, Creative Writing, Fiction, Kant, Old Photo, Philosophy, Photography, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Short Story, Subjectivity, The Sublime, Witch, Woman, Women
Before The Snow Falls Again
Posted on December 9, 2014 by Elan Mudrow
The snow makes a sound When it is the most silent Spoken layers, hot tongue Venom love, words drop The ache twists, gnarled Shoestring fingers grasp A cold hold, on a softness First appearing as steppes So many footprints, now Lead…
Category: PoetryTags: Afterlife, Breaking Up, Creative Writing, Forsaken Love, Heartbreak, Love, Love Words, Lyrics, Nature, Nature Spirit Guide, Pain, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Snow, Song, Spirituality, Trust, Winter, Witch, Witchcraft
The Supposing Ghost
Posted on December 5, 2014 by Elan Mudrow
I was a quiet ghost and tried to leave the Living alone, sucking in sweet immortality, breathing the fine particles of the afterlife, inhaling string theory, and feeling the curvature of Earth with the bottoms of my nonexistent feet. Death was easy. There…
Category: UncategorizedTags: Afterlife, Comedy, Creative Writing, Death, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Ghost, Ghost Story, Ghosts, Life, Literature, Prose, Reincarnation, Short Story, Writing
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