Tag Archives: Poem

Forest Rash — Elan Mudrow Photography

Eagle Creek Trail, Columbia River Gorge, Oregon. November, 2015 via Forest Rash — Elan Mudrow Photography Advertisements

Posted in Portraits | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Aftereffects Of Fire

Here, where fire once raged Our voice is diminished As if our speech leaves through Lungs weighing only of paper And this trail we have carved To stand next to old giants With charred arms Comes with symbols and words … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 25 Comments

Vulnerability

Only through our vulnerabilities   Can we speak of ourselves Where no genders build language Where no categories structure Your reaction to my voice….. My reaction to your voice. Either of us can be the words Slicing into the coolness … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | 18 Comments

Internet

I’m the child who strips sticks off maples and oaks To slap curbs like drums Make them mallets To tap out the melodious Microtones of storm drain covers   I preform this inside A concrete planned pattern Where Chestnut street … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , | 17 Comments

Salmon River Spring

Cool kiss from the forest Stirs an inner revival Charged by its music Fresh from the source That drums upon rocks. As if my very bones Were strewn underneath The stream of Orpheus Whose rhythms sink Past thirst, deep within … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | 34 Comments

Railing

Who is the ghost that walks the train? The apparition tugs on our shirt sleeves But all rides are displaced We are logged into otherness, Password protected Our faces dug deep into ourselves Reflections fed to us Wires from out … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , | 33 Comments

Facts

This is empty. It is not words. No. Don’t let it fool you. It’s up to its tricks…….. Twisting meanings…….. And it’s ugly……. Take a look! Little symbols on a page. Not artistic at all! Graffiti is better Especially when … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 35 Comments

Motion Detector

We come with a penumbra A lighter ring around the internal Within the greater external An outer fuzziness of contact That communicates an abstract Unstable in its assumptions Rewarded for its divinations It detects movement, motion Perceives, discerns, distinguishes Identifies, … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 21 Comments

Scrapes

Once the wound is recognized, Bleeding may be stopped. Bandages are temporary. Stiches attempt closure. Surgery’s outcome could fail. The magic of the clot Is never a guarantee Since cuts, scrapes, and lacerations Run rampant inside and outside Body, skin, … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , | 15 Comments

Dorothy as Pharmakos

You find yourself out of the binaries, out of the black and white, where the plains no longer exist. You find yourself in color. This comes after years of crafting your skill, to escape the gravity of black and white. … Continue reading

Posted in Flash Fiction | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | 30 Comments