Good night wonders, I’ve got some ideas in my head for this book project, tentatively called “A Circumnavigation, of Sorts”. […]
Poetry book scheme (working title: “A Circumnavigation, of sorts” Read Post »
As it goes, legendary Jumbo floating restaurant in Hong Kong closed (c19 conundrums) and *apparently* capsized when towed out to
Jumbo down! *Another* Nautical Disaster (maybe) Read Post »
Left house (Tsuchida, Okayama), rode Uno bus for taiheki / seitai (整体) treatment (i deal with #CFSME). Observed 3
Diary: 3 views + bus, en route to seitai Read Post »
Project: Upon turning 50 years old on August 16, 2020, Dave Olson (me, hello) is posting a photo (or maybe
#daveo50 ~ 2016 / 50 years > days > photos Read Post »
Not Being There (for Rod) (page 3? Not being there Instead a mediocre duo Plays “Forever Young” And “Fast
Not Being There (for Rod) / notes Read Post »
Cobbled busy streets Never felt so lonely and brave So far away from any lover Even further from your grave
Time Traveler (for Rod) Read Post »
Tactility of loss A Pantheon of pals Ash goes to ground Ride on endless highways From Timpanogos To Olympus Underway
Towards the Yangtze 1 4AM Shanghai Me, insomniatic as usual Watching light rise Through pollution skies To illuminate building
Towards the Yangtze (poem + pictogram) Read Post »
Sparking Beediesthrough the strait of Hormuzconsidering the children I keep employedtying tiny green strings, next to elderssnug around dry, burly
The buoys past behind Soon this seabirds surrender Pilot boat gives way To empty depths beyond Muslim Minarets and Portuguese
Ship to Shore Communiqué Read Post »
Ocean haze gives way To Orion stringing his bow To hunt hearts and wild boar For a cappuccino empress So
Pistachios for Bedouins Origins delineated by headscarves Indications of savagery Evidence of restraint Ancestors exactly one hundred years ago Today
Pistachios for Bedouins Read Post »
For reasons i don’t understand myself I dream of downtowns i will never visit I prefer to exist in tiny
Rainy Mystery Alley Read Post »
I dream of nowhere My homing instinct is disappeared Friends i suppose But to what end? Simplicity if includes Conflicts
My half life Is the better part of me up to you entirely which half you want to see Stolen
