Quotes from Dave Smith

and I had no home but the heart's hut, the blistering walls of loneliness, the world's blue skymiles of longing.

Every gray day swells in around you, gold bird. Sinister as the copperhead in thick russet pinestraw, that held-back surge of piled up desire. I think my hands were born to touch and weave with air your intricate dips, veers, blinks always take.

I throw out love like an anchor and wait where the long house lights of strangers tickle the river's back … Isn't it right to drag the rivers for the bodies not even the nets could catch? I won't lie, I want you to lie with me on the tumbling surface of love. from "Sailing the Back River