We find each other in the hidden folds of the universe. Captivated by bright eyed statements and insistent red nails. A lonely heart lingers and is caught and left again to breathe. We sway to sleep rocking hips and we keep the warmth between us only. Bobbing humidity and boundless seas. Join me underneath the night’s blanket? Eventually we find a release, though not where we expect. The mystery of tonight still blind in the morning, though we have torn open one another delirious.
To avoid redundancy, David often finds himself outdoors or visiting anywhere where he can easily open his mind to creating poetry. “I think your desk is more a state of mind than a physical place.” Whether it’s people-watching at a park, or reflecting over poems at a coffee shop, he’s a versatile writer. He finds romantic inspiration in a sunset as much as a coffee stain. “Writing is about perspective,” asserts Anderson, giving a nod to his upbringing overseas and learning about love through the various people he’s met in his life. Whether it’s his childhood in Brussels, Casablanca, and Nassau, or his travels to Bangkok, Manila, Seoul, and Hong Kong, David lets life influence his writing in a natural way. These days that life finds him enjoying the bustling streets of New York City, surrounded by a lively blend of people, cultures, and artists to keep his poems fresh.