poem by Dave Morrison, included in his new collection of poems,
 Shake Hands With Your Heart, coming out this month

My college roommate was
from King of Prussia Pennsylvania –
he fell in love with a Business
Ethics major from Truth or
Consequences New Mexico.
Now they live in Hell For
Certain Kentucky where they are
Civil War re-enactors who grow
pot in the woods.

Where am I going with this?
I suppose that words are like that
worn blue blanket I clutched as
a toddler – comfort in a big loud
world.  Forgive me if the words
become droplets, and I the leaky
faucet, it’s just that writing is
cheaper than drinking even if
less socially acceptable.  My
stories are like anthills – evidence
of something odd and complex
below the surface.

My cousin was born on a farm in
Bethlehem Pennsylvania and laid
in a manger.  Because he was a
happy child who loved vegetables
they called him the Prince of Peas.

Join the Downtown Poetry Party at the Camden Opera House on Friday, January 30th at 7pm. It will be an evening of poetry, performance, and party to celebrate the release of Dave’s 10th collection of poetry!