Sifting through the Remains


What is this Careful Madness?

All these birds of rapine, flapping behind my eyelids. Their concussions please a drooping blimp, the blackest opening of my eyes, leveling the list of years. So too, shall my gaze rise higher on this newly brewed hot-air stream.


K. Shawn Edgar | 2018

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How Can We INVERT Our Economic Pyramid?

How do we invert a pyramid?

If it takes hundreds of millions of workers to support a much smaller number of “governing elite”, could we invert the pyramid to use a few “elites” at the base to support hundreds of millions of citizens living equitably? Flip the hierarchy, and drive the tip of the pyramid into the ground.

Eye Lights


The lightning streaked my eyes again. A murder of crows, flying. The hard, crisp blackness of power lines, and a bolt through my vision. It’s increasing. Sparkle vision.


K. Shawn Edgar | Feb. 17, 2018 | Moments

The Valley Floor


In this land, the sky is a ceiling. Its support columns… like slender bones. One cannot tell whether they have grown from the clouds down, or from the ground up. The effect: a lofty, projection-filled chamber, in which, the hallow places, we dwell.



K. Shawn Edgar | 2018

Before Now

I am her, she is me. Toss the jackets into the backseat. Windows rolling down. Two lanes; geese in the park, a long yellow bus drops off the approved miniatures. It’s afternoon on an autumn weekday. We stop behind the flashing red lights and octagonal sign while all school children decamp. She salutes me secretly with a two-eyed wink. Flowing on, traffic moves. There’s a beautiful wild-woman riding a bicycle, keeping pace with our car.

K. Shawn Edgar

Hitchcock’s Lost Gravel Rider’s Bicycle Film 1953

Bear, Bike, Gunpowder

K. Shawn Edgar | 2017

 

Point Defiance, WA

I’m here, between asphalt black and sky blue. Point Defiance Park pinecones and needles shine golden, drawn to the exfoliating ground as we are universally propelled by narrative. Towers and towns aren’t built, they’re written in erasable ink, erasable blood, becoming vague but never fully forgotten.

| K. Shawn Edgar | September 2017 |