Eulogy for David R. Edwards

What does the darkness look like behind closed eyes? Is it black? Grey, I think, dark grey with traces of the afterimage of hands on keyboard, the bright screen in front of the eyes, the light of walls beyond. I’m still so angry, but it’s fading now.

This is becoming some crappy journal entry. I don’t like that. I don’t want that. This is supposed to be a place where writing can spin off into something good.

Back to the matter at hand. When in doubt – pastoral. Can I write a pastoral about my house the way it exactly is right now? With the clutter, dirty dishes, table full of art supplies and bills and receipts. I have 940 square feet in this house and I spend 99% of the time when I’m here in this five foot square area.

Household pastoral – I like the sound of that.

See you on the other side, David. Be well,

Another video!

Sunday Morning Music for April Snow

I live in Minneapolis, and the city got a total of 15.5 inches of snow yesterday.

Yes, I know it’s April. This is actually the *second largest accumulation for an April. We are hardcore up here in the tundra!

Gonna be chilling at the house today, since I can’t make it out of my street, so I thought I’d make the the best of it by writing and listening to music. Found a beauty in Low Light Mixes latest show on Mixcloud.

Check it out here –