We must all be more intelligent and disturbing in our daily life, since Dave is no longer able to do his Lion's Share of The Work in that regard. Here are some images scanned from aging pages once passed around among friends and some wary aquaintances; sometimes glued ruthlessly to public venues (bulletin boards and, I think, backs of school bus seats; can anyone corroberate?) I hope to add a poetry index to this site, though there is but one seed poem there now, and it certainly deserves to stand alone, for as long as necessary. Later I or others may give some insight into the various puns or the central image of this poem (witnessed by a most unhappy Dave when he was more or less sick of Davis and was having a walk and thinking about things, as I understand). Without further delay I present two links, one to an index, one to a poem:

Send any Dave stories, poems, and uncensored memories to
Tutor Turtle

I am also accepting site suggestions;
this site is in beta, many of the flyer images will be improved,
the whole presentation deserves to be more participatory and polished;
you may visit Somerreign and marksomerville.com
to find my (inner) limits as a Web Master (heh)
If you have any ideas, fire away.


Copyright© 1981-2006