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
Monday, May 21, 2018
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.
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
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
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