Dave Morrison - Poet

               Black Boat Black Water Black Sand - due out December 2009


Dave Morrison loves his characters—their quirks and clutter, their errors and longings. He follows them into their houses, their laboratories, their two-bit convenience-store jobs. He watches a thief who hides “things/of value in the houses of/unsuspecting people.” He ponders his namesake, King David, who “sinned mightily, but he wrote the psalms,/and had a bold heart, and I imagine he was doing the/best he knew how, as who he was.” In “Black Crow,” Morrison writes, “there must be something to justify/crow’s obsessive curiosity.” Crow’s answer, and the poet’s, lifts like a breeze from this buoyant collection: the urge to dream, to imagine, to stand “on the top of a tall mast in the sun . . . until the land [falls] away . . . obsidian star, carved coal angel, heaven above, earth below.”

Dawn Potter

Author of Boy Land and Other Poems and Tracing Paradise

 

Morrison crafts tall poetry with an XL talent, poems that show the assessing gaze of an expert looker, poems with an all over texture, part chamois and part steel wool. He writes … lines that free-fall through history, clutching at twigs of the long-gone and the passing-by to render moments of deep resonance and beauty. Every line feels cared about, really meant, subjected to crash-testing, moments of heart pulling beauty.

Ted Bookey

author of Language as a Second Language and Lostalgia

 

Dave Morrison is the wisest penguin in the pit, a romantic carny who'll let you win the game if he thinks you'll give the prize to your favorite lady. From punk rock to the Maine coast, we should all age as well as he has.

Matt DiGangi

Editor thieves jargon

Published by Moon Pie Press

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