Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Tag: Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson’s Refrigerator
‘Twas the vinegar that tippeth Toward the leftover quiche Oh, lonely empty bottle, recycler boon When sun meets to kiss moon— And mustard, your yellows bold A bit old, but still at play— Mummified lime, plastic lined Awaits blessed water of the fizzy kind—… Continue Reading “Emily Dickinson’s Refrigerator”
Maybe—That—Would Awaken—Them
Song lingers, body shaped by its charms. The instrument, tarnished and scratched, still distinct… Soft metal of depth, built from devotion, a loneliness all know, few embrace. Upon first touch, cold as granite, then melody’s warmth wraps…the air. Strange kind of ether, a wonder… Continue Reading “Maybe—That—Would Awaken—Them”
To Wander
This south wind Brings a warmth Tickling the side Of rhododendrons Waiting for the fluster Of petals who fall The quickest, earliest Sticking to shoes Tracked into the kitchen “I meant to tell [you] How I longed For just this single time” … Continue Reading “To Wander”
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