This poem, by Elan Mudrow
via Naming Creeks
“Tell me where it doesn’t hurt”, he thought, responding to the tiny little Devil that took so much glee in the addition of a new type of torment to his … Continue Reading The old man and the one-eyed Witch Doctor
It’s all out of tune now, notes melting into minor keys, fifths, diminished. Down they go, as if dribbling south on cold glass. Sweated, unredeemable.
what is this …always falling. falsity and frivolity stream upwards, lost like facebook hearts and angry faces. …all that remains is the bitter kernel of truth, like a poisoned stone … Continue Reading Free fall
I ascribe qualities to you, person in the small circle. I know it’s naive, perhaps stupid. I don’t know you, or why you’re here. If you’re real, or if you … Continue Reading Circle of friends?
May it be that I don’t merit your respect because I’ve never raised a hand to you (’cause they say, you know, there are some who only understand force) that … Continue Reading Maybe
I do receive them still, though more infrequently and, I suspect, from those who love company. In days of yore, some did the brazen dance of plumage, seeking only to … Continue Reading Signals
Collarbone’s valley. Shoulder of diffidence. The swish of those pleats. Hose with taupe toes. Ill-fitting pumps. The lure of suggested innocence, with the surety of hidden wiles, for miles and … Continue Reading Voyeur
whiskers are self-aware we think they train themselves and have a care and so avoid the sink the sharpest razor surest hand might catch them in the pink but the … Continue Reading Cunning, no less
Bones. Things that balloon or are meaty. Some swollen. Sore sinews, feeble signals. The living pain. Where is redress? Where is forgive? We hang in the balance.
You won’t have to tell me how to touch. Where to begin. What emboldens, or brings wild abandon. With ease do i see your gilded cage and its fearsome keeper. … Continue Reading Sense you all
When waking life is webbed with dream and what is real don’t matter and conversations only seem unnecessary chatter a poet’s heart’s engendering a majesty of wonders and thinks upon … Continue Reading Rhyme and reason
When they went to clean out the dead man’s room, one could see their noses wrinkle from the smell of his cigar years. There was sweeping and wall washing to … Continue Reading Memento
and, why did you cry when you saw that cute little girl in the TV commercial? She was laughing and happy, but you cried. In these bumbling years of ours, … Continue Reading Muffled rumors
this morning, someone asked me if i had food. i was driving, and no one was with me. this question, spoken through ether, was an answer to a tardy dream … Continue Reading Strange days indeed
i am one with hands hang they like meats today grab one that’s numb work it up and down hold it by the thumb gelatinous with bones the slow burning … Continue Reading The slow burn