In the shower
in the wall
on the plastic shell shelf
of the shower stall
I spy thee, spider leg
Read the rest of this page »
Spider Leg
June 4th, 2014 by Corey A. Edwards
Spin Black Groove
May 19th, 2014 by Corey A. Edwards
spin black groove
wax and wane
unwound by a needle
again and again
spin black groove
bump and restart
flip to 2 B
in time with my heart
spin black groove
tick tock imperfection
analog warm
ever growing collection
vibrate stylus
vinyl gloss
special treatment
minimize loss
180 gram disc
platter static brush
this one’s a favorite
now sit down, hush
spin and return
round out and renew
drop pop crackle
spin black groove
cae 5-19-2014
EXTERMINATOR!
May 15th, 2014 by Corey A. Edwards
Musée Mécanique on Fisherman’s Wharf, San Francisco
April 8th, 2014 by Corey A. Edwards
The rain is relentless and our clothing sticks to our travel weary bodies. To our right, grand galleries of outrageous pomp and finery in bronze, gold, and glass stand cheek and jowl with fast food counters, kitsch mongers, and dingy alcoves papered with promises of adventure and fantastic sights at only 39 dollars a head. Across the street and on past another row of shops is the bay and an island with an old prison converted to a tourist attraction.
That’s right, we’re on Jefferson Street in San Francisco’s waterfront, heading towards Fisherman’s Wharf – tourist hell.
As with any city, any handful of earth upon which you may find yourself: sift carefully, for their may be gems here. Gems like the Musée Mécanique at the end of Taylor Street on Fisherman’s Wharf.
Read the rest of this page »
Radio Silence
March 15th, 2014 by Corey A. Edwards
radio silence
you know it
because you can hear it
silence like someone left a window open during a storm
silence like a mic full of reverb in a fat room
silence like a man in search of a lozenge
back’a th’throat, meditative like
aural snow
radio silence
5 Years in 5 Seconds (approximately)
February 12th, 2014 by Corey A. Edwards
I recently discovered a treasure trove (?) of really stupid self portraits that collected in my computer over the years while I was working out of a particular office. May 2009 to January, 2014 – 5 years in 5 seconds (approximately).
The camera in this Mac has seen a lot – mostly me answering email and the phone, photo-correcting client images, puzzling out strings of html, css, js, and php – but also me surfing the net and taking questionable pictures of myself when I might have been working a little more diligently.
The images were not created out of vanity – well, not many of them, anyway. It’s hard to be vain when your first reaction upon seeing a camera lens is to act like a total dipstick. Instead, I created them over the years to illustrate the point, complete the joke, startle the timid, annoy the serious, and, of course, to waste the time.
Read the rest of this page »
Cat in a Store Window
February 3rd, 2014 by Corey A. Edwards
What do you do when you see a cat? Let’s say a cat in a store window peering out at you, for example? Well, I dunno about you but, when I see a cat, my first urge is usually to go and try and interact with it, the polar opposite of my typical reaction at seeing another person.
So, now that I’ve outed myself as one of *those* people …
Read the rest of this page »
Jaywalking In Charleston
January 19th, 2014 by Corey A. Edwards
This collection of vignettes, observances, and rants accumulated over a four day period in Charleston, South Carolina where I was employed as a vendor at a trade show.
I don’t travel much. This is my first trip in that direction: approximately six hours in the air, southeast with a connection in Atlanta. It’s the farthest south I’ve been on the east coast, maybe on the continent.
Anyway: stuck on a plane, stuck in a hotel room, stuck in a booth, and stuck in my head, the urge to document and rant came. Short of screaming to the heavens, I felt the need to express myself, so into my phone and computer the impressions and observances went – mostly as they happened or shortly thereafter.
Now, with only the slightest of apologies, I present them to you.
Read the rest of this page »
My Predictions for 2014
January 1st, 2014 by Corey A. Edwards
New York City will attempt to ban any food that doesn’t fit inside a “fun-size” candy bar wrapper.
Phil Robertson of Duck Dynasty will continue to expand his profile of pseudo importance as a spokesperson for the rights of the culturally narrow until his untimely death in a freak beard accident involving squirrels, chewing gum, and a tangle of bailing wire.
Colorado will complete an initial study on the effects of recreational marijuana sales but will be forced to admit, near the end of 2014 and around a mouthful of Skittles, that they lost the results somewhere behind the couch.
Read the rest of this page »
Portrait of that Guy on Usenet (you know who I’m talking about)
December 7th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
Suicide – It Just Kills Me
November 7th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
About a month ago, a friend of mine posted on Facebook about someone who had killed themselves in response to their “soul” mate dying. Lot’s of people chimed in about how sad and beautiful it all was.
But I had to be a dick about it. You see, I can’t romanticize it – I hate suicide.
Read the rest of this page »
Working at Cross Purposes (pt. 3)
October 10th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
[continued from Working at Cross-Purposes (pt. 2)]
I’m the kind of person who always has a host of mid-process projects cluttering the corners of both their home and mind. Some of these projects are just dormant seeds I squirrel away for decades at a time. Others blossom more quickly … and some stall.
The devotional cabinet and crucifix lay in hibernation for almost a year.
Read the rest of this page »
All the Newts That’s Fit To Print – Taricha granulosa
October 7th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
Outside a rarely-used side-door in our basement, there is a concrete stairwell that spends a good part of the year damp and mossy. It gets afternoon sun, if there is any, and because of this, it dries up and stays that way throughout the bulk of the summer months but, autumn to spring, it’s a pretty moist environment.
There is a drain in the bottom landing of this stairway: a hole covered by a round, metal grate tucked halfway under the concrete facade of one wall. Our neighbors live here: Taricha granulosa – rough-skinned newts.
Read the rest of this page »
Working at Cross-Purposes (pt. 2)
September 28th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
[continued from Working at Cross-Purposes (pt. 1)]
There must be something about autumn because, here I am, a year later, back on this project.
As mentioned in the first part of this rambling, incoherent stream of blasphemy, after finishing the crucifix project, I became more and more aware that I wasn’t done, yet, that the crucifix was just one small part of a larger piece.
How was I to know, that fateful day when I picked up the chunky, wooden crucifix with the corny, plastic corpus on it from the shelf at Goodwill, that it would lead to me building a devotional cabinet?
Well it did.
Read the rest of this page »
My Kitty
September 26th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
Tomorrow’s Yesterday Yet Gone
September 16th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
I have today off
tomorrow but it’s
tomorrow’s yesterday
I’m on
and perhaps
this is the reason
all the future’s past
ain’t gone
I could spend
about an hour
contemplating all
this on my lawn
until the past’s
coming tomorrow
is my yesterday
yet gone
Ants and Yellow Jackets
September 12th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
[*note – this story was originally called “Ants and Hornets” – I have since realized these are yellow jackets, not hornets – very likely Vespula pennsylvanica – the ants look to be Formica obscuripes]
The other day I was out on the property with my daughter, hanging out beneath the arch of a tree and the hollow of some bushes: a little hideout where I keep a chair for quiet, measured snippets of novel now and again.
Anyway, I was there as I said, chatting with my daughter, when she pointed out a dark hole in the ground.
“Yellow jacket’s nest,” she said. “I wont sit in here, they’re all over.”
Read the rest of this page »
A Flood of Memories – Part 3 of 3
The Big Thompson Flood of 1976
September 9th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
The present “view” at Big Dam (circa 2010)
(continued from: A Flood of Memories – Part 2 The Big Thompson Flood of 1976)
The river changed for me after the flood and, to this day, it is not the one I remember from my early childhood. The river we ice-skated on in the winter and that I caught my first fish from, on a piece of black thread with a rusty, found hook is long gone. A hazy but persistent memory that continues to define a very distinct and distant period of my life.
Floods update the shape and course of the rivers they spring from. The rushing water carves new beds from old banks, uproots foliage, rolls boulders, and deposits new layers of mud and sand where before, perhaps, there was none. Floods remove old landmarks and create new ones. Floods destroy human built landmarks and redefine how and where it is wise to place them.
Read the rest of this page »
