Not having you
for a lover or a best friend
feels foreign
like awakening to a missing limb
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Phantom Pains
November 15th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
The Lovely Couple
November 15th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
Gargantuan
slope-browed
white trash schlub
with the petite beauty
on your arm:
How did you do it?
Then she speaks.
Oh. I see.
She is inside
as you are out.
You make a lovely couple.
Hippie Chick
November 13th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
It is a pleasant summer day, the sun radiating down to heat our pleasant and bustling tourist destination of a town. I am on my knees behind the counter, busy taking inventory of a shipment of pseudo-prayer flags; squares of cloth emblazoned with brightly colored, new age motifs, strung together with black, cotton string, and selling for $41.50 apiece, retail.
The store is only moderately busy; tourists and regulars milling about the crystals, books, and tarot cards like lazy bees in a somnolent flower garden.
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Song of the Week: Spiraling Shape
November 13th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
All The Time In The World
November 10th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
Free Idea #2 Time Lapse Lives
November 9th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
(I’ve had hundreds of ideas over the years and, due to finances or sheer laziness, have only attempted a few of them. As I dribble slowly towards quietus, it is time I quit holding so close to my chest the ones I am likely to never be able to attempt)
Inspired by the the writings of Kurt Vonnegut Jr. and documentaries that visit people throughout various stages of their lives, this idea requires a family or group of people: Four times a year you assemble them in the same place, in essentially the same positions, and take a picture.
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Kissie Faces
November 8th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
Song of the Week: Let’s Get Cynical
November 7th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
Considering the week’s turn of events, these lyrics, which I love, seem radically inappropriate but when I think of myself and those like me whose natural tendency is to doubt hope (in truth a kind of insulation against disappointment, an emotion that, of late, I’ve had my fill), I think we can use a song like this to remind us that we are as ridiculous (if not more so) as those whom we disparage for displaying an emotion that we are too often too afraid to allow in ourselves.
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A Secret Way Of Saying …
November 5th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
“… well, girls usually like my eyes.”
“Your eyes?”
“Yeah: my eyes. The women I’ve gone out or flirted with typically comment on my eyes. Your mom regularly did, so have many others.”
“Uhhh, dad?”
“Yeah?”
“That’s a kind of … a girl’s secret … a way of saying …”
“What are you trying to say?”
“Well, when there’s nothing … when you’re not … it’s what girls say to a guy when there’s nothing else to say anything nice about.”
“Oh.”
Overheard on Halloween
November 4th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
A young boy, unsteady in cowboy boots, walking down a steep drive:
“My legs are slippery!”
Free Idea #1 – Instant Avant Garde Music
November 3rd, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
Jimmy Carl Black: 1938 – 2008
November 2nd, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
Stretch Armstrong
November 2nd, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
Cur
November 1st, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
Live Each Day As If It Were Your Last?
October 30th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
I hesitate to keep dishing on the churches in the area but …
There’s a church reader-board I drive by daily that never fails to catch my eye with its wit and wisdom (a recent nugget of indispensable profundity read “STOP DROP & ROLL WONT WORK IN HELL“).
Another recent admonition “LIVE EACH DAY AS IF IT WERE YOUR LAST” got me to thinking.
What would I do if I it were my last day alive and I knew it?
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Jesus Is …
October 29th, 2008 by Corey A. Edwards
There’s this looming, metal sign on the road near my house that says, in large, blue letters: JESUS IS LORD.
The sign undoubtedly once read “Mobil” or “Standard”, “Sinclair” or maybe just “GAS” because it is hung on the same property as a long defunct gas station, which, for an unknown reason, someone keeps painting and maintaining despite its apparent irrelevance. (there’s a connection here, somewhere)
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