Posted on September 15, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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She sets a folded towel upon cool sheets, her ass makes a depression on the mattress. Silence is never a full-proof method of understanding each other, even if hands are involved. They touch, then they talk. Talking is never a full-proof method of… His…
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Category: PortraitsTags: Art, Blog, Desire, Identity, Life, Love, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Relationships, Sex, Writing
Posted on March 28, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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She forgets the slow current’s nature The bridge makes memory disappear Both sides, anchored to one another By concrete skin, steel bolts, a mirage Beams and illusion. Hazy covenant The shores are never separate sides Only two similarities, held in suspension …
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Category: PoetryTags: A Yearning for Self, Author, Bridges, Desire, Individuality, memory, Mythology, Poem, Poetry, Religion, Rivers, Suicide, Weather, Writer, Writing
Posted on February 23, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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The floor is so cold tonight The dust scurries, moves, hides My palm takes the pulse of linoleum Wax, dirt, desire, finish, surface, sealer Remnants of shine, all but a bug skeleton speck We were the warmth, the life, struggle, the stumble Laying…
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Category: PoetryTags: Author, Demons, Desire, Emotions, Love, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Sex, Witchcraft, Writer, Writing
Posted on February 9, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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Category: PoetryTags: Art, Artist, Author, Books, Decorating, Desire, Home, House, Love, Painting, Passion, Poem, Poetry, Review, Sex, Writer, Writing
Posted on January 26, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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A world away means we are dust Showing a sign Is a leaf in the crack of the sidewalk Even if I did say Something stupid You know I’m true Even though I got mad You know my heart is real…
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Category: PoetryTags: Author, Couple, Desire, Dust, Erotica, Heartbreak, Hope, Love, Poem, Poetry, Relationships, Sex, Universalism, Words, Writing
Posted on January 23, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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The river– Cold, of a certain depth, certain speed, enough to conceal . Annie had freckles that hid frowns, dusty eyes—unmanageable red hair like wild wires sitting upon a strange round head. Pulling Jessie’s wet wrists, towards the water, hands slipped away. Annie…
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Category: Flash Fiction, PortraitsTags: Burial, Desire, Edgar Allan Poe, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Forest, Love, Murder, Nature, Pagan, Passion, River, Short Story, Snow, Surreal, Witchcraft, Word Pictures
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