The Poems of David Garlick
The sky was full of stars, their brilliance, the light of yesterdays – sent on their way, millions of years ago to touch youthful minds. The beach glowed, still warm under foot. The moon in purdah on this Arabian night. A small adventure, a first of its kind for the young woman, recently married […]
We have lost our way. The path has faded and dust blows in our eyes. Up hill we stumble, looking for the meeting place. Once it was here at the top of the steep mountain trail but now there is no gathering place only sand and bleached bones, skulls stare at the sky. This […]
I have a funny tale to tell about a stout Baboo. An Indian Civil servant, very bureaucratic too. His post was on the Kashmir road to act as Customs Man. To stop the flow of illegal goods. He called it “contraban”. For Kashmir State, when I knew it, was ruled by Hari Sing. A […]
Slick slanting drops of water blew from dripping leaves and branches dank. The sun, a silver disc did glint but never warmed the misty air. And through the dark and dripping wood, A knight in rusty armor came. Astride a horse of mighty size, it’s fetlocks lank and mired with mud. Beneath an […]