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


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

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 |

In Brief: Why Voting Third-Party is Viable

From my news blog, “The Olympic Record”

In Brief: Why Third-Parties are Viable


Oft-Heard Statement: “Don’t vote for a third-party candidate because you’ll waste your vote.”

This tired statement is false, and here’s why.

The reality in the U.S. is that no vote is wasted, unless you cast it based on fear and ignorance. A great example of a fear-based vote can be seen in those voters who fall for the trap of “You have to vote for the lesser of two evils.” The Democratic Party and the Republican Party use this false mantra to stifle support for third parties by always setting up this imagined “polar opposites”, sports analogy-based fight between themselves. They repeat the false logic of “If you don’t want Clinton to win then you have to vote for Trump, or vice versa.

We must break free of this trap. Your vote is your voice. Speak up clearly.

Voting for a third-party based on best representation of your values, needs and ideals serves two main purposes.

First, your independent vote sends a strong message to our one overpowering party duo —D/R— that they do not speak for you, and you will make your own decisions by looking at all the issues and all of the parties for each election.

Second, it helps establish and build credibility for the candidate and party you choose to vote for. Always vote your conscience, because no well researched and honest vote is wasted. All votes help to render a clearer picture of reality.

K. Shawn Edgar | Goth Thinker | Cog Masher | Libtard

Breathe in Candle, Exhale Flame

Clouds run between me and the sun. One moment I’m warm and charged; the next, cold and alarmed. When the world becomes too drab and burly to act or create, I play Civilization in bed until the batteries die a sudden death. My fullscreen maneuverings for world domination don’t allow for low-battery warnings. It’s like that, warm moments go cold. Suddenly.

Spacetime runs between Sun and its Singularity; one moment it’s warm and charged; the next, well… the next might be some distant next yet to come, or far in the past. So say we all. So say we all. I say I’ll be dust. I say I’ll be playing Civilization, or Torch Light, or I’ll mash the pedals ongoing through the dark, dying treelined paths, over dirt more real and meaningful than my skin. Than my teeth. Than my brain, always thinking. Take my words. Take my words and put them…

Next to the dying fires rest the happiest travelers. They sleep directly on the ground, feeling that which is truest: Earth. The warm and cold of it. The supple galbe sweeping supportively from bare feet to head. They ride the changes, naturally.

K. Shawn Edgar | Incumbent | Mutable | Shadowy


The Metal Crushes Above

Overpass Ceilings

Pull you out

out of mouths

a mix of sounds

gradually forming

one word to rule

to override motors

to negate their noise

passing outside windows

My new collection

gathered from voices

passing outside windows



Focus the secret message

coming from daily clatter

instructions for creation

passing outside windows

I pull you out

out of color and sound vibrations

out of commonplace mouths

to make a dreamy silhouette

dancing on crisp coverlets

touchable, tangible: a solidified whisper

from ears to fingertips and lips, two lips

passing from under overpasses

these vaulted ceilings

fleshy sounds incubating

tornados into toenails

building up from skin cells

passing outside windows

You accumulate inside

synapse snaps—impulsive glitter

passing outside windows

And there you are

tangled in colors and coverlets

vibrating every follicle into singular hysteria

outside my window

K. Shawn Edgar | Vang | Tonal | Unincorporated

In the Year of the Monkey

List: Almonds, protein bars and cranberries. Toothpaste.
The Weaver, as weavR, is now following my blog posts,
says she’ll buy me a burro. Offered to take me off-world.
Sunflower caresses car metal, a minor neutron explosion.

2028, the Illuminated Falcon heads out, carrying 7-sailors;
Weaver’s going to buy us seats, only two nonessentials allowed.
We’ll be headed to Mars, weavR and I, like ruddy pilgrims.
Must work on potable water devices, to be used upon landing.
Will the habitat domes hold us safe and sound until replenishment?

In the year of the monkey I was born on Planet Earth, crying.
In the year of the monkey I discover a promising way forward, hopeful.
In the year of the monkey I’ll immigrate to a new world, laughing.
Will it all be ready? Or is the dream too shiny and unattainable?
It’s farfetched, but monkeys must dream. We must push beyond.

K. Shawn Edgar | Monkey | Shiny | Fighter of Fights