prose – Page 2 – Dave Olson's Creative Life Archive

Simon, Stolen, Shame

March 21, 2015

Simon was all of us in Surrey “Simon” he exclaimed in the Mac’s Convenience Store I stopped at after my […]

February 10, 2015

Hazy morning bound for familiar (once) inlets — Eld, Steamboat, Budd — passing tangled roads & eroded forests towards the smallest town I know

February 10, 2015

Sometime, as a child A great uncle, a small suit Staring into a larger hole Remembering the smells forever Sometimes

December 19, 2014

Ready for marching orders. Troop us away then! We’ll follow in the full moonlight “Your dossiers are in order” says

December 14, 2014

Varying days of bliss and malaise I’m busy these days chasing dubbies away When the ache nears the break and

June 11, 2014

though i am not sure what truth entails truthful which really occurred in the physical reality. even if no one

July 21, 2008

Visiting the Woodshop on Steamboat Island amidst hayfever and national holidays, Dave and Wm. Lenker exchange spontaneous musical freeverse tales

November 28, 2006

Across cobbled rainy road i am alone in the vancouver night i draw closer one is a cardboard cutout of

March 13, 2006

An irish pub a dirty couch all day drives and wretched nights grinding hard and moving fast competing less if