Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Tag: Fiction
Seeing
Posted on August 25, 2016 by Elan Mudrow
My eyes can only look outward. They seek, witness, and search No singular thoughts of their own Catching movement and color Concentrating on sound sources Sorting light and darkness Outside binary restraints Transmitting their way into an inner vision Processed with thought Mixed with… Continue Reading “Seeing”
A Sublunary Plea
Posted on May 2, 2016 by Elan Mudrow
Dear Kuiperian We’re caught in the middle of a courtship. The sun and the Earth are tangled in passionate gravity. However, the Earth has a lover on the side, the moon. The sun doesn’t like that and is jealous. So, what do we do?… Continue Reading “A Sublunary Plea”
We Are Struck
Posted on June 15, 2015 by Elan Mudrow
Time is involved with our embraces As if the length of holding one another Measures the weight of our affection The tightness of our hugs produces passions– Passions filled with a gravity of attraction Not just of Earth and moon, but a solar system… Continue Reading “We Are Struck”
Hardboiled Stinks
Posted on June 8, 2015 by Elan Mudrow
Don’t let biscuits be hard on you Just give ‘em a little dunk And they’ll soften right up Bacon crumbles under pressure Unless they’re Canadian Then they become really taxing Why does Benedict need a fucking muffin! Who does he think he is? Remember,… Continue Reading “Hardboiled Stinks”
The Cave (Portrait #8)
Posted on May 29, 2015 by Elan Mudrow
The lamps bob in between echoes. They can only reverberate for so long, then disappear around a curve. So we tether together, in small groups of nonsense It is our belief that we will come to the end, turn around, and find the… Continue Reading “The Cave (Portrait #8)”
The Freeway (Portrait #7)
Posted on May 15, 2015 by Elan Mudrow
We were underneath, before it crossed over the river. Tires sizzled above us like a new form of electricity. These were sounds of an alien world, our planet. Our arms glued on to it, tentacles. Yet, we couldn’t follow it. The kid was… Continue Reading “The Freeway (Portrait #7)”
The Fern (Portrait #5)
Posted on April 17, 2015 by Elan Mudrow
This stream is the coldest my hands have ever touched. If there is a bottom to its shallowness, I can’t find it. The water seems so damned clear, too clear. I think I should be able to see, but I can’t. It must be… Continue Reading “The Fern (Portrait #5)”
Category: Flash Fiction, PortraitsTags: Author, Books, Ferns, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Foliage, Forest. Ghosts, Hamlet, Nature, Ophelia, Reading, Rivers, Shakespeare, Streams, Writer, Writing
The Rope (Portrait #3)
Posted on February 16, 2015 by Elan Mudrow
The snow is blamed, it always is, as mad as you get at it, as mad as it makes me. But, I know, like you do, now, it’s always the rope. The others don’t realize the rope’s properties, as a living thing. They aren’t… Continue Reading “The Rope (Portrait #3)”
Category: PortraitsTags: Art, Author, Fiction, Horror, Human Relations, Mountain Climbing, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Relationships, Rope, Serial Killers, Sociopath, Trust, Writer, Writing
Casuals Don’t Fool Anyone
Posted on February 13, 2015 by Elan Mudrow
Slippers are for cowards Slip-ons are for Christmas Morning hung-over dads Sandals are for white people forced into dreadlocks on their way to burn a man Dancing out of their money eating spiced tempeh fries disguised as Jesus peyote offered by the naturopath… Continue Reading “Casuals Don’t Fool Anyone”
Category: Poetry, The Fashioned SeriesTags: Author, Clothes, Comedy, Fashion, Fiction, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Shoes, Short Story, Writer, Writing
Vastness
Posted on February 6, 2015 by Elan Mudrow
Moons hug tightly to their brightened lovers, never letting go, gravity keeping them together. Stars and galaxies fill the void around them, flying farther and farther apart. Their vast emptiness is not an increase in solitude. The darkness is full of energies. Sometimes I… Continue Reading “Vastness”
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