Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Tag: Trails
The Lover and the Fool
Running through the mud, laughing like a feral forest child with no concept of language. My body, the only means of communication, flying down Macleay creek trail, passing the Witch’s House. I swear I float above the trail. Then on Wildwood, even the sounds… Continue Reading “The Lover and the Fool”
The Ledge
Out on the ledge, the snow hushes the wild. This kind of quiet soothes while it scares Strange mixture of awareness. A lone northern harrier is the only singer. She strafes the powder with one beat of her wings Eyes on everything, including me.… Continue Reading “The Ledge”
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