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 |

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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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Bad Ocean

•Bad Ocean
At the heart of the mountain,

color is a whispered myth;

rules are organic, grown truths.

Rain is a sound without physical form.

Below the cliffs, lapping and hungry,

the ocean knows little of mountain’s

internal life. Solid. Hard.

K. Shawn Edgar | IRB | NGO | BAD

#badocean

#kshawnedgar

Our Trouble with Trouble

The Trouble with Trouble•

We start in a parking lot, between two white lines.

Car radio sounds are heard: music to talk to music to talk…

Raw aluminum-alloy lamp posts, tall as prison towers, uniformly point toward the sky.

Women and men with bags and babies. Big mess. Obeisant, humanoid-faced cars wait, some humming mechanical lullabies.

Dialogue:

(As if watching someone do voiceover for a Disney animated movie we cannot see.)

I am at home between the loving arms, these white lines. These silent boundaries.

The trouble with Tacoma, there’s a sleepy veil of depression billowing up and drifting back down, daily. Never quite enough to keep the crows and jays from flying, or the people from driving, but stellar association isn’t ever what it might be elsewhere.

Second strange plane flying overhead. So low and quiet, so flat and colorless, most folks don’t even look up. Don’t smile.

#kshawnedgar

K. Shawn Edgar | Man Flake | Cube Dweller | Bad Actor

Glorious Heights Inverted

/stash

|glorious heights inverted|

Humanity grows as the trees grow;

Solid and wide at the bottom,

And then branching, narrowing, and splintering into knotted blackened spikes at the top.

Drooping,

Until ever-increasing rot trickles downward, spreading slow death, toppling all.

#words

#trees

#decay

#kshawnedgar

K. Shawn Edgar | Less Stettled | Grim Colliser 

93

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When I’m 93 I won’t remember a single Valentine’s Day, Christmas, or vacation.

I’ll rewind and review instead every time I sat in my car on the parking lot at the Fred Meyer writing words, poetic or refined, and eating twenty-five cent doughnuts.

It’s these defining moments I cherish now and will remember forever, even beyond death.

#kshawnedgar #words #goodtimes

House on Stilts

>Around the area, the heft of Mary Jane, in which he stood, days and days, warmed his nostrils’ soft tissue, and his whole skin floated above his bones.

K. Shawn Edgar | 360 24/7


#kshawnedgar #wordsonwords #fixedgear #prose