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Wednesday, July 18, 2018

this is not really about Lebron James leaving Akron

This is not really about Lebron James leaving Akron

fictions
edward w pritchard

Since many, make that a few people tell author his writing is confusing this is not really about Lebron James leaving Akron for greener pastures in Los Angles California instead it is about author's oldest son recently getting married and moving to California.

Here is the confusing part.When Dante the Italian poet wrote about his not to secret love Beatrice sometimes to keep her identity secret from the world he would address his poems to another beautiful woman in Florence, Italy who he called his stage beloved. So for now Lebron James will be my stage son for a few hours and I will address a few lines to him about the small tired little City he left behind.

Mostly empty buses still run toward downtown despite the street repairs down that way and cars on the expressway driven by folks from the suburbs still drive very fast to avoid the downtown that is unless they are headed  to Quaker square which is dark and quiet but still a good place to find an excellent divorce lawyer.

The housing resale market here continues to lag although property taxes are rising steadily. A big housing project is planned in Akron at Gunther school where this author successfully matriculated.

Grand children are fine. Young kids still ride around on bikes donated by Lebron James.

Life goes on even though our hometown favorite took the last train for the coast.

the end

Sunday, July 15, 2018

i found myself selling a house

I found myself selling a house

fiction
edward w pritchard

I found myself selling a house,
a house that Generals of invading armies never commandeered for strategic headquarters
or troops never pitched tents in the yard awaiting upcoming bloody battles
a house where no one ever awoke early Sunday morning to read the newspaper and drink fine teas with a friendly lady in a lacy red peignoir 
a house that no one ever entered without ringing the doorbell while waiting and waiting
it's a house that everyone secretly criticizes because it needs an update and makeover to be marketable,
a house but not a home
selling a house is difficult where no one wants to live in  modern times
a house where no one orders pizza on line and turns the occasion into a memorable party
a house where no pictures are texted to friends and followers of daily curiosities
because the house I occupy needs extensive expensive dental work
has a broken malfunctioning heart, a disappearing will
and lacks a sunny upbeat attitude
I found myself selling a house
a house in need of an update and overhaul, to be marketable in the world of an approaching future
each house stands silently alone, watching weeds of memories of vanished pasts
blot out the noise of busy carpenters and home builders making obsolete yesterdays
abodes, to make way for smiling future
for someone else.


Monday, May 21, 2018

It's always dark where I come from

It's always dark where I come from

fiction
edward w pritchard

I followed the jets crossing the sky
East to West, north to south
to the serpent mounds,
piling basket after basket of dirt and debris,
we made a hill
but waiting and waiting Jesus
never exited from behind the large stones
so down the dark hole
back to the source we slipped
in other words
it's always dark where I come from
open the windows
clouds block eternity

Sunday, May 13, 2018

my Epiphany of Lebron James

my Epiphany of Lebron James

fiction
edward w pritchard

Nothing is so sacred to us ordinary people of  mundane places like Akron, Ohio than to look on famous and relevant people in reverence and awe.

I had my epiphany of Lebron James in game 1 of playoff number three versus Boston at the beginning of the second half of the playoff game in May of 2018.

If I an ordinary person can gaze viva television upon Lebron James I will acquire some of his power, some of his mystique, some of his je non sais quai.

I could transcend in fact my ordinary existence if when I see Lebron flying through the air I would by his image entering the portal of my soul through my gazing eye acquire his success and uniqueness.

By my  gazing on Lebron James  television image I would be transcended. As Lebron James  was no longer stuck as an unfortunate in the Elizabeth apartments under the viaduck bridge in Akron, Ohio so too I would no longer be stuck in my ordinary pedantic life.


Tuesday, May 8, 2018

the spaces in our togetherness

the spaces in our togetherness

fiction
edward w pritchard

The spaces in our togetherness [1] have expanded beyond space to the dimensions of time which is dark, frigid and unoccupied. I have moved so far from your shadow that I see neither the cypress or the oak tree only decaying leaves of forgetfulness. The silence is deadening. I yearn to speak to escape my thoughts of isolation but the strings of the lute are broken and I don't know which direction to whisper into to send you a message on the wind. The pillars of the temple have crumbled to dust and the shadow of your smile points in another dimension. No longer can I sing or dance and being alone from you so long brings me no joy and becalms the soothing winds of heaven. Love's bond of invisible string is stretched uselessly into approaching eternity.

[1] all thoughts reworked from Kahlil  Gibran's "the Prophet" concerning when love was new

Monday, April 23, 2018

the terrors and ravings of the first garbage man in deep space

the terrors and ravings of the first garbage man in deep space

fiction
edward w pritchard

Please oh  please God of my fathers return me safety to earth. Humbly I pray for your mercy and protection.

I am the first garbage man in space. Away millions of miles from the unity that is the Gaia of all life on earth I tremble in fear that I will be the first organic life from earth died away from the protection and sacredness of Mother earth.

Me a simple man who toils for science. Using complex technology that I don't understand I toil at seeking life remains such as a few cells of a bird, dinosaur or amoeba that was once blasted from the face of the earth by the rebound of an ancient  meteor concussion using a sophisticated technology that amounts to a broom and dust pan to scope up promising space debris. Never have I or my scientific equipment found evidence of life outside of earth's orbits. Though earth has existed for billions of years and moves through space across billions of miles never has life left earth's circle of life.

Please merciful God return me to my home. Let me die in the place I was born. Let me fertilize future life forms. Let me rest in eternal tranquilly.

amen

Thursday, April 19, 2018

his tepid mistress

his tepid mistress

fiction
edward w pritchard

As naive ancient thinkers
contemplating size of Earth to Sun to eternity
imagined a point in a point, earth to sun to cosmos
insignificant I now in your regard tepid mistress
me now a point in a point of esteem and affection
in silent blackness of expanding cold dark matter
pulled across eons of eternity circling your wobbling forgotten orbit