Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Tag: Relationships
Alice
She sets a folded towel upon cool sheets, her ass makes a depression on the mattress. Silence is never a full-proof method of understanding each other, even if hands are involved. They touch, then they talk. Talking is never a full-proof method of… His… Continue Reading “Alice”
The Small River
Although I haven’t seen the small river yet… the one tucked back in the Coast Range, I know the trees will come up to its edge, some will lean too close, arching over the water. Ferns will dot its shores, trailing back to darker… Continue Reading “The Small River”
Dab Of Warmth
There are mild spots between winter’s beating of grayness Where breaths, in ease, are breathed…gloves are placed in pockets or lost on streets of snow Mixed in that scattered brown batter of orphaned leaves. The sun appears as a stranger, speaking a forgotten tongue, yet familiar tone Trying to… Continue Reading “Dab Of Warmth”
Dry Thirst
Once we were liquid Entangled, wrapped in grasps Scared of the dry sunrise In that morning I heard the bath water Small splashes…gingerly The faucet became a trickle, then nothing. I was left with the creaks of the house. Every now… Continue Reading “Dry Thirst”
Event Horizon
We bluff the light, together, loving within the slow pull of measurable movement Creating fragile horizons out of uncertain wavelengths
Out The Other — Elan Mudrow Photography
Waste: To consume, spend, or employ uselessly. Without adequate return. Use to no avail or profit; squander. To fail or neglect to use. To destroy or consume gradually; wear away. Drinking fountain drain, Mt. Tabor, Portland Oregon, March 2018 (Alien Bowling Ball?)… Continue Reading “Out The Other — Elan Mudrow Photography”
A Small Movement
There is a time when you know That you have loved With such depth….that The effect of that sense, Its peaks and its lows, Lovely affections and soft underbelly Fuses to your bones Becomes the art of your limbs It is the meat… Continue Reading “A Small Movement”
Summer 2017
Wild mood swings Calm. We soothe our wounds, Reconstruct, Find the kind story. Though words Linger. We begin a new Autumn memory Try this link Or this link Or even this link
Ardor Sustenance
Your heat is about me It is a blanket, a cloak of feverishness An eternal wrap of rays Heating my outer shell ……brittle Seeping into my inner softness. At times you hold me too tight…then I become a burner, whitest of flame As… Continue Reading “Ardor Sustenance”
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