Tag: Forest
Posted on January 14, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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Running through the mud, laughing like a feral forest child with no concept of language. My body, the only means of communication, flying down Macleay creek trail, passing the Witch’s House. I swear I float above the trail. Then on Wildwood, even the sounds…
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Category: PortraitsTags: Art, Blog, Forest, Hiking Tarot, Life, Love, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Running, Trails, Writing
Posted on January 11, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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West Fork, Multnomah Creek, Larch Mountain, January 2019 (click on image to enlarge. More images can be found here.)
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Category: PortraitsTags: Art, Fire, Forest, Life, Love, Nature, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Trees, Writing
Posted on December 17, 2018
by Elan Mudrow
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Forest Spirit, Klickitat River, December 2018
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Category: PortraitsTags: Art, Forest, Hiking, Life, Love, Magic, Nature, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Reading, Spirit, Writing
Posted on February 5, 2016
by Elan Mudrow
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Posted on August 3, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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I cup my hands Dipping them into Cliff Creek…and am Taken back… by The clearness of the water So, I peer into the forest, for The creek’s source, The Coast Range. Realizing its spring is So near the cliff, that Plunges this newly born…
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Posted on May 11, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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There have been times the rain abandoned me, Even though, the caress of clouds will always return I remember running in the forest, as I do now, after the rain The leaves left my clothing soaked.
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Posted on April 10, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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Category: PoetryTags: Author, Civilization, conservation, Dirt Roads, environmental, Forest, Images, mimesis, Nature, Parks, Poem, Poetry, Trees, Writer, Writing
Posted on March 13, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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The look feels the distance, travelling Upon waves of heat, blurring perception Future weeks are lost in the haze I am the lost street, blocks scrape my skin And cannot be disconnected, unplugged I am only electricity, a time excuse For the…
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Category: PoetryTags: Author, Compassion, Forest, Lost Love, Love, Lovers, Modernism, Passion, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Relationships, T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land, Trees, Writer, 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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