Posted on November 5, 2018
by Elan Mudrow
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So true, so true Thinglewart is blue And who knew, who knew, what to do? For Thinglewart is a preposterous pest Indeed he wears a stiff, starched vest No stretchy, stretch for Thinglewart ever Just keeps on shoveling shit ‘til never ‘Til the sky… Continue Reading “Thinglewart”
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Category: Flash Fiction, PoetryTags: Art, Blog, Books, Fairy Tales, Fun, Funny, Life, Love, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Reading, Story, Writing
Posted on June 11, 2018
by Elan Mudrow
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On the roof of this five-story building is a forest of tar, softening in the summer, seeping rain in the winter. Pigeons roost there. Not in the tar itself, but in little areas where vents pop out above the forest. There is one larger… Continue Reading “The L Joint”
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Posted on August 25, 2016
by Elan Mudrow
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My eyes can only look outward. They seek, witness, and search No singular thoughts of their own Catching movement and color Concentrating on sound sources Sorting light and darkness Outside binary restraints Transmitting their way into an inner vision Processed with thought Mixed with… Continue Reading “Seeing”
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Category: PoetryTags: Blog, Fiction, Life, Literature, Love, Plato, Poem, Poetry, Saussure, Story, Writing
Posted on February 3, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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I stumbled upon her, hidden behind a large sliding door, within the comfort of darkness, unmoved, silent. Is that possible? She seemed so old, so incredibly old, as if one touch would turn her into dust. And dust was inside, so much earthly… Continue Reading “The Instrument (Portrait #2)”
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Category: Flash Fiction, PortraitsTags: Author, Fiction, Ghost, Hamlet, Literature, Music, Ophelia, Poetry, Prose, Romance, Shakespeare, Short Story, Story, 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… Continue Reading “We Awaken In The New Dry Day”
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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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