Tag: Reading
Posted on June 1, 2018
by Elan Mudrow
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The kid comes in, snaps a few photos of a living clutter, the retail store. “We don’t have anything like this.” The standard review, spoken by the parent of the kid who shares the photo on Instagram, Facebook, or some other app. The shop…
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Category: PortraitsTags: Art, Blog, Books, Fiction, Life, Love, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Reading, Writing
Posted on January 16, 2018
by Elan Mudrow
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Being poetic can be accidental However, Being a poet is no accident
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Posted on January 6, 2017
by Elan Mudrow
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Et Tu has been published.
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Category: Short SayingsTags: Blog, Books, Life, Literature, Love, Poem, Poetry, Quote, Reading, Second Person, Writing
Posted on March 25, 2016
by Elan Mudrow
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Posted on October 19, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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Thoughts are objects And they are bound within A fiction of our infinite pages. Leafs so thin, That we fit them Within forever With careful words. The parchment is made Of flesh and leaves. We press flowers within our covers Endless, every so often,…
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Posted on June 22, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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Full of space, it invites your wishes to be written down upon it. Then, as soon as you jot or type something within its parameters, it looks back at you and tells you more about what your wishes then you knew. A…
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Posted on April 20, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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The heated horizon Produces an allure. My eyes follow its linear line, moving with the melodic narrative– There are other voices—here Where hills make outlines. Harmony is horizontal– A dialogic freeway. It is the rain That stops streets And plays with the oil…
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Category: PoetryTags: Author, Books, Horizons, Literary Theory, Literature, Mountains, Music, Nature, Poem, Poetry, Rain, Reading, Stories, The World, Writer, Writing
Posted on April 17, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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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…
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Category: Flash Fiction, PortraitsTags: Author, Books, Ferns, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Foliage, Forest. Ghosts, Hamlet, Nature, Ophelia, Reading, Rivers, Shakespeare, Streams, Writer, Writing
Posted on January 12, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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When you don’t touch for the first time, you never have to touch for the last time. But, all the touching in between those two creates a world of its own. Next time, go ahead and touch throughout. No matter how long it…
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Category: Short SayingsTags: Books, Creative Writing, Erotica, Fiction, Love, Marriage, One Night Stand, Passion, Poem, Poetry, Poets, Prose, Reading, Relationships, Romance, Sex, Spirituality, Writing
Posted on January 10, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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There are days of longer daylight When time can’t figure out what direction it travels. A lost light, which cannot heal, as it hurls itself forward A movement through something, changing Abandoned. It cannot come back or go home. We build nests…
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Category: PoetryTags: Books, Compassion, Erotic, Erotica, Home, Life, Literature, Love, Nautre, Passion, Poem, Poetry, Reading, Review, Romance, Romantic, Sex, Writing
Posted on January 5, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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The river runs grey today Echoing the action of clouds They move, as it runs We are underneath, on the banks The river is smiling at us This leads to a flood of sky Movement, on the way The flow can’t be…
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Category: PoetryTags: Author, Civilization, Climate Change, Control, Extinction, Fiction, Flood, Literature, Love, Nature, Non Fiction??, Poem, Poetry, Post Apocalypse, Rain, Reading, River, Writer, Writing
Posted on January 2, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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You are like the missing rain Only the mist has been caught in the trees A thousand kisses fall to the ground Mud has formed at my feet I am on my hands Tracing your lips Wooden steps support me The world is…
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Category: PoetryTags: Author, Drought, Erotic, Fiction, Love, Nature, Passion, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Rain, Reading, Sex, Story, Witch, Writer, Writing
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