Asphalt Tide Pools and Beachcombers
This ocean, removed. We haunt the abandoned concrete beaches. We search the asphalt tide pools, in hopes of a quarter. Of change? We march single file to hide our true numbers. We know these empty buildings will out last us.
A place in the valley I ride
Where Susan Rests
K. Shawn Edgar | From Where I Ride | Flesh & Bone | October 2018 Mid Valley
K. Shawn Edgar | 2018 | Fixed Gear Fistula
Today I’m circling back 17 years, slowly clutching the moments from when I went out the front door without a pocket handkerchief, but sterile and fresh from tiptoe to top of head. Our there and back again would be to OHSU Portland, through a sleep haze of sedation, and back to the little apartment on the hill.
K. Shawn Edgar | 2001 – 2018 August to August | Remembering and Returning
K. Shawn Edgar | 2018 | Chrome Riding Gear