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 February 27, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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Suspenders are oblivious To their importance They hold shit up Panties can only be pink once Bras are too self-involved Gloves never lay a hand on anything Belts are for the buttless Tightening up when uncomfortable Loosening up after a few drinks Jock…
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Category: Poetry, The Fashioned SeriesTags: Author, Clothes, Creative Writing, Emily Dickinson, Gertrude Stein, Modernism, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Victorian Literature, Women, Writer, Writing
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