Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Tag: Soul
Old Soul, New Building
These new buildings, I swear they got no soul. They need to grow into words, become particles on a page, rise, metabolize into earthen words, soil, dust conjunctions filled with creamy authenticity, reshaped, interpreted into life. They’re turkey stuffed with dust ball offices, lights… Continue Reading “Old Soul, New Building”
Soul
It rolls and rumbles out of you Like you don’t understand the fuss But you do, ‘cause you feel the buzz For it holds your curves and your nerves Connects you to the low frequency Keeping you off the high wire And that damned… Continue Reading “Soul”
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