Smidgens
Posted on December 30, 2019 by Elan Mudrow
The creek isn’t cruel by not knowing my name. Even though, I have known its name all my life. On walks, I still follow its voice, soothed by its flow. I won’t ask it to know me. I’m okay with being an eternal stranger… Continue Reading “Naming Creeks”
Posted on June 12, 2015 by Elan Mudrow
All throats are coated There is no clear speech It is, a cluttered emptiness Search for words, understood only By mimicry, representation sounded And it seems that voice knows What part of the night To split open wide, with ruckus Within the apex… Continue Reading “The Cat’s Nomenclature”
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