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Friday, January 19, 2018

girl at a half door

girl at a half door

fiction
edward w pritchard


In a garden
at a window
a girl at a half door
handed me an apple
deliciously lusious
part pear, part apple, part peach
to be savored over and over
later in a dream
it came out she wasn't an original Rembrandt
merely attributed to the studio of the artist's assistants
succulent never the less, the girl never changes
while myself like Rembrandt in self portrait
grew older and older
blemished of skin, wrinkled off face
struggling to maintain a little dignity in the old sad eyes
among-st allegations of fraud
so, so long ago that garden of my dreams

His name was Genet

His name was Genet

fiction
edward w pritchard

His name was Genet aand I met him at the abandoned trailer park in Tuscon, Arizona. He told me he was searching for the City of God. Before I was a wounded veteran I went to two years of college so I took it upon myself to explain to him the difference between the City Of God and the City of Man of St Augustine and in jest added that I was sure he wouldn't find the City of God anywhere in America.

Genet was grateful that I gave him half a pack of cigarettes so he took it upon himself to explain a few things to me. He said that the City of God was a metaphorical place, geographic but not visible in Time. Just as likely to be somewhere in Arizona as in say ancient Rome or Israel or somewhere like that. For his last piece of advice Genet told me I should go to the VA hospital as it was free and it was hard on a man to live like we do as vagrants.

Sometimes when I am alone, sleeping in the cold I wonder if Genet ever found what he was searching for.

an insidious knock in the night

an insidious knock in the night

fiction
edward w pritchard

It comes like as insidious knock in the night, like a bump of a mouse creeping into the kitchen of a grand mansion. 

Judgment has come to town. A very fat man riding into the territory on a small white burro. Beginning to spread money for information. Building a network of vengeance and innuendo of things that shouldn't be said. The fat man knows it is time to leave when those who squealed begin to turn on each other. He knows when the good men of business begin to fall he must quickly ride his burro far away to another place.

Money, money money for information, for secrets. God knows anyway, speak your duty.

And the victims. Turn the other cheek, forgive your enemies. Always with Love, always faith, charity, hope.

Then the secret archives of summary judgment are passed into the future. Pious Monks in silent Irish monasteries on rocky cliffs along the frozen crashing ocean waves preparing ornate scrolls beginning with one gargantuan flowery letter of the alphabet proclaiming the distant past for tomorrow until invading Viking armies burn and plunder and grant one heart felt request of the oldest broken Monk begging to spare the worthless scrolls. Mercifully the invading raiders light their fires with something else. 

Then it's all passe. A new idea comes like an insidious knock in the night, like a bump of a mouse creeping into the kitchen of a grand mansion.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

pay day never comes

pay day never comes

fiction
edward w pritchard

Why is there no surgery to implant the gene that enables one to save money every pay day for their entire life into our breast so we would always have a positive net worth and lots of security?

Tomorrow is payday and already most of the money is owed out for bills and obligations. It's getting so we can hardly keep up with our bad habits anymore.

Sometimes our security is the ability to face another day with a smile. Pay day never comes. That big bonanza we are always waiting for is so elusive.

No matter. True, hope is not an investment strategy but it keeps the old heart pumping for another month. Until the next social security check comes in the mail. 

nothing comes to sleepers but a dream

nothing comes to sleepers but a dream

fiction
edward w pritchard

Every year or two my heart Doctor the specialist has the Talk with me. It's about sudden death that occurs among former heart attack patients of which I am one. It's odd because my health is good now and because of medication, formerly having some heart valve surgery and closely watching my diet, exercise and health habits I feel and sleep well, enjoy living and have totally come to grips with the brutal fact that he who is born must die, some sooner than others. Death occurs unexpectedly to us all eventually.

Of course this is a gruesome topic to discuss, especially unpleasant to the younger folks. In my case my grip reaper of sad tidings is a polite and urbane smallish civilized Doctor who about once a year feels compelled to remind me of Reality as it is.

Reality has a way of teaching one to adjust their philosophy to life as it is in fact. As the Blues doctor, not the heart Doctor but an old sad black guy with a twanging guitar says " nothing comes to sleepers but a dream". Meaning wake up and live and see things as they are. It's later than you think.

Don't wait for imaginary friends or things to come and rescue you. Get to the business of life yourself. You know what to do. You are unique in Nature. Develop, live thrive.

Hear the crackle of new life under the  ice and snow that entraps us. Get up move, reach out. Free your sleeping spirit from it's entrapped enclosure. 

Monday, January 15, 2018

homeless in San Diego; not even Brain Wilson is exempt

homeless in San Diego; not even Brain Wilson is exempt

fiction
edward w pritchard

San Diego has a chronic problem with homelessness. In an effort to combat homelessness humanely and by rule of law the Police in San Diego, California  routinely resort to the issue of tickets for encroachment on public property. It's a sad little war the police there in San Diego are forced to fight on behalf of the Public. Without an income, a home or a car a homeless person has trouble getting to court to endure legal due process. One thing leads to another and failure to appear for a hearing or pay a fine timely leads a low functioning homeless person into jail or even prison.

Last Summer a law suit on behalf of homeless persons ticketed for encroachment was filed in San Diego. San Diego, California has a long history of problems with homelessness, outbreaks of hepatitis c, and unsightly trash accumulation, partly due to exorbitant rents in the area and lack of sufficient low income housing.

In an effort to alleviate some of the problems of homelessness and stall off future litigation on behalf of homeless plaintiffs the City of San Diego has resorted to providing temporary shelter in Balboa Park a large public space.

Former California millionaire Beach Boy Brian Wilson was once picked up for vagrancy as a homeless person in Balboa Park back in 1978. Wilson, genius rock and roll hero,  who wrote " When I grow up to be a man," [what will I be] currently has a net worth of 75 million dollars and has attributed his previous problems with homelessness to alcohol, drugs and mental illness issues.

Rather than arrest Brian Wilson back in 1978 California police took him to an alcohol rehab facility.

One never knows who will be effected by homelessness. Rich or poor homelessness in America effects us all although often the problem remains unseen to ordinary people as they struggle with their own problems. 



Friday, January 12, 2018

the reality of cold weather

the reality of cold weather

fiction
edward w pritchard


The times determine the reality. It's cold tonight but in a house, with the furnace burning viciously, one sleeps unconcerned for the cold and winds. We worry only the cost all that natural gas will accrue as on next months gas bill.

Not so native Americans who lived previously here in Northeast Ohio in January. Tonight it's 18 degrees with a wind chill of about zero. Last week wind chill was ten below. What's it like to sleep outside in Ohio in January?

Well I have. Once for two nights in ten below zero before wind chill's were measured and announced by the weather bureau.

We slept in a tent at boy scouts camp. We hauled large sleds around  all day from place to place filled with weights in a Klondike derby competition. The plan was to eat only certain foods but that plan was abandoned because of how many thousands of calories we burnt off trudging in the cold. Some eagle scouts wanted to build a lean to and sleep on pine branches with only a small fire and sleeping bag for warmth. Again plan abandoned. It was too cold.

I will never forget two days in sub zero temperatures in Ohio with no where to go to be inside and nothing to do but stay busy to be warm One slept soundly and awoke at 4:30 AM. One ate heartily.

Concerning the native Americans when the wind blows and the temperature is sub zero one admires our ancient forbears their fortitude, tenacity  and survival skills.

To be young again. To yearn to be alive.