RePost: Elections VHS Tapes & Jolt in a Glass

Written and posted on one of my other blogs, Pole Vaulting on the Sun, prior to the 2016 U.S. Presidential election; I thought it was worth another go-round. Enjoy.

via VHS Tapes & Jolt in a Glass

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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

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

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 |

Falcon Hunter

Cabbage roll and one-dollar flat noodles, a place to lock the bicycles out front, our booth is by the window. We are reciting kill is kiss as frames of film, jointly remembered, inform our budding courtship. Trapped in a radio station, voices and language will save us, while these chopsticks unite us.

K. Shawn Edgar 2017

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