Posted on February 16, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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The snow is blamed, it always is, as mad as you get at it, as mad as it makes me. But, I know, like you do, now, it’s always the rope. The others don’t realize the rope’s properties, as a living thing. They aren’t…
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Category: PortraitsTags: Art, Author, Fiction, Horror, Human Relations, Mountain Climbing, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Relationships, Rope, Serial Killers, Sociopath, Trust, Writer, Writing
Posted on December 9, 2014
by Elan Mudrow
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The snow makes a sound When it is the most silent Spoken layers, hot tongue Venom love, words drop The ache twists, gnarled Shoestring fingers grasp A cold hold, on a softness First appearing as steppes So many footprints, now Lead…
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Category: PoetryTags: Afterlife, Breaking Up, Creative Writing, Forsaken Love, Heartbreak, Love, Love Words, Lyrics, Nature, Nature Spirit Guide, Pain, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Snow, Song, Spirituality, Trust, Winter, Witch, Witchcraft
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