“never on good friday,” mumbled the pink dragon, and sighed over a dish of marbled curry chicken, “never on good friday have i, pink dragon, had a friend admire my spikey tail.” his spikey tail with orange pink polka dots, his spikey tail all alone in a chinese restaurant. all around him were… Continue reading my good friday poem
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dave olson: blogging and creativity
northern voice was a wonderful experience. as nancy white said northern voice is a living community indicator and lives in the culture of love. where else can you find the intersection of geekdom and love? i’ll be blogging about nancy’s and other people’s sessions in the days to come. today i want to tell you… Continue reading dave olson: blogging and creativity
the soup oracle
from my tea table book of poetry, here’s a poem i wrote many years ago. it’s neat to see that eventually i did ask the oracle what it meant … read the soup last night 12 midnight was good good hot soup in the fall few days before new moon read the soup and the… Continue reading the soup oracle