Posted on November 11, 2020
by Elan Mudrow
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Cold Floor The dust scurries, moves, hides My fingers take the pulse of linoleum Wax, dirt, desire, finish, surface, sealer, room Remnants of a shine, dried bugs, skeleton specks We were the warmth, the life, the struggle, the stumble Lying there as outlines of… Continue Reading “Cold Floor”
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Category: PoetryTags: Author, Demons, Desire, Emotions, Love, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Sex, Witchcraft, Writer, Writing
Posted on June 4, 2018
by Elan Mudrow
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Leaves in summer, full of passion, always flirt Roots in winter, compassionate, hold the dirt
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Posted on January 2, 2017
by Elan Mudrow
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Siri had joined the two in secular matrimony Webcam to webcam. That memory of Val’s bride pulling away from his screen kiss Circulated in his skull….. Her lips, her mascara Her beautiful blur on the screen. He had made sure to tell her… Continue Reading “(Egatuo Rewop A)”
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Category: Flash FictionTags: Blog, Computers, Flash Fiction, Life, Love, Poem, Poetry, Social Media, Technology, Witchcraft, Writing
Posted on July 20, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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Our intimacy is a witch It casts a desire—which Moves me to no words Immobilizes me into A multiple oneness, To stillness, which yearns for… The witch of our movement
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Posted on April 27, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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The train is always heard, cutting through waterfalls and springs. Only by standing close to the noise of water can the sound be heard. How does this waterfall speak? Each splash that ricochets off a rock looks the same as the one before. Each… Continue Reading “The Waterfall (Portrait #6)”
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Category: Poetry, PortraitsTags: Author, Columbia River Gorge, Ghosts, Hiking, Indian Myths, Indigenous People, Land, Multnomah Falls, Native American, Nature, Poem, Poetry, Shamen, Waterfalls, Witchcraft, Writer, Writing
Posted on January 23, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
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The river– Cold, of a certain depth, certain speed, enough to conceal . Annie had freckles that hid frowns, dusty eyes—unmanageable red hair like wild wires sitting upon a strange round head. Pulling Jessie’s wet wrists, towards the water, hands slipped away. Annie… Continue Reading “The River (Portrait #1)”
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Category: Flash Fiction, PortraitsTags: Burial, Desire, Edgar Allan Poe, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Forest, Love, Murder, Nature, Pagan, Passion, River, Short Story, Snow, Surreal, Witchcraft, Word Pictures
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