Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Tag: Fiction
The Wind Chases Feral
The wind is amplified by the valley. A sign, to go no further. This wind searches ravines, ravages tops of evergreens, escapes up through mountains, lets loose upon a cold sky. A harsh exhale, a winter bite, snickering past sunrise, diving into sunset, searching… Continue Reading “The Wind Chases Feral”
A Cold Bridge
On freezing nights when the river settles, the reflection of city lights is clearer than the real lights. She views this better on the bridge, her winter pilgrimage. Colder than the air, she grips its handrail. Her hands pull away only at the moment… Continue Reading “A Cold Bridge”
Been Leaving Ever Since
There used to be a couple. Bud, Miller. Pissy, yellow stuff with names of factory workers and truck drivers. Now, flavors flourish like house cats, calico, Siamese, tabby. He loves tabs. Drunk on credit. Purrrrrrr. That’s something to be proud of. More important than… Continue Reading “Been Leaving Ever Since”
The Harvester and the Crone
He was an old orchard, still in the shape of rows. But time had scattered his buzzing and his feet made noise upon layers of fallen twigs. Still, he searched, moved with purposeful steps, noise and all. She knew he would find her. He… Continue Reading “The Harvester and the Crone”
The L Joint
On the roof of this five-story building is a forest of tar, softening in the summer, seeping rain in the winter. Pigeons roost there. Not in the tar itself, but in little areas where vents pop out above the forest. There is one larger… Continue Reading “The L Joint”
Kiss (Portrait 11)
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.… Continue Reading “Kiss (Portrait 11)”
Decomposed
You’re a traveler for the sound of wings. Its organic, magnetic, comforting flutter Eases you, resolves you, melts you into consonance Whose song sings the thing, that lies…. within The rhetoric of freeways, That stripe of sound Dividing you into directions all around … Continue Reading “Decomposed”
Present Day List
Reality is the root of all problems. Stay away from it at all times. Dress neatly for virtual interviews and dating sites. Remember, it’s all upper torso! It’s a blouse, blouse, blouse world. Think of the money you’ll save on pants! Food should be… Continue Reading “Present Day List”
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