Tag: Reading
Posted on May 4, 2020
by Elan Mudrow
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Static binaries numbed inside the liminal As if sound is a scrape bunched into barren elements Voiced structures—definitions in sand Drawn with sticks—hopscotch on a playground To know the tides—their decomposition To know their fragments—their never-ending versions Can’t be claimed as one or… Continue Reading “Fluid”
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Category: PoetryTags: Art, Author, Blog, Books, Life, Love, Nature, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Reading, Writing
Posted on April 6, 2020
by Elan Mudrow
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The ways to one another are uneven. Steps expand, contract, falter, fuse Feet unsure, like magnets running Fixed fast to the sprawling spin Of simple skin and porous bone. We push hands through texture Cool walls made up of paint layers The… Continue Reading “Teeth Of Sea”
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Category: PoetryTags: Art, Author, Blog, Books, Life, Literature, Love, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Reading, Writing
Posted on March 30, 2020
by Elan Mudrow
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The road—a language. The forest—a heart. Two voices. Both twist around mountains Where one can lose oneself Or be found.
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Category: Poetry, PortraitsTags: Art, Author, Blog, Books, Life, Love, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Reading, Writing
Posted on March 23, 2020
by Elan Mudrow
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I will pick a blue flower. # The old one sits in a vase. Navy blue, blackened, dry crumbs, as if pressed inside an old book. A little life clings to its edges, a lingering glow. Mother nibbles at these fresh parts, the fresh… Continue Reading “Still Life (A Myth)”
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Category: Flash FictionTags: Art, Blog, Life, Literature, Love, Myth, Nature, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Reading, Supernatural, Writing
Posted on March 9, 2020
by Elan Mudrow
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Work From rain and melted snow To find a way to the creek. To a stream, in a hurried dash to the ocean And here I stand, with bits of waterfalls trapped, inside buckets. My shoes. Soggy, wicking socks Make close friends… Continue Reading “Destinations”
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Category: Poetry, PortraitsTags: Art, Author, Books, Life, Love, Ocean, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Reading, Water, Waterfalls, Writing
Posted on March 2, 2020
by Elan Mudrow
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This river runs cruel… This river runs cold. I know she’s lost in this wilderness, where the lakes are silent, dampened by snow. Here, she walks on the edge of everything. This river will meet the sea, that’s where all lies cease, for… Continue Reading “Cruel River”
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Category: Flash Fiction, Poetry, PortraitsTags: Art, Author, Blog, Books, Life, Love, Nature, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Reading, River, Writing
Posted on February 24, 2020
by Elan Mudrow
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If your hands come away wet Then you know you drink With passion Click on image to enlarge. Lost Lake, Oregon.
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Category: Short SayingsTags: Art, Author, Books, Hiking, Life, Love, Nature, outdoors, outside, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Quotes, Reading, Writing
Posted on January 13, 2020
by Elan Mudrow
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These cold hills stand unconcerned of what walks beneath them. Snow, that made it through the day’s rain, will be covered by night’s newest layer of white. But here today, the rain collects upon the trail. Footprints lie scattered. There are recent ones, still… Continue Reading “Footprints”
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Category: PoetryTags: Author, Books, Hiking, Life, Love, Nature, Oregon, outdoors, outside, Poem, Poetry, Rain, Reading, River, Snow, Winter, Writing
Posted on December 30, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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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”
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Category: PoetryTags: Art, Author, Blog, Books, Life, Love, Names, Nature, outdoors, outside, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Reading, Writing
Posted on October 16, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
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The streets have no direction, no destination. They wind back into themselves, while they take her… somewhere… she’s never been. She looks at a map of the city, it would appear to be simple, small, within a defined space. On the streets is a… Continue Reading “Lost City”
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Category: Poetry, PortraitsTags: Blog, Books, City, Life, Love, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Reading, Spirit, Writing
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