The Poems of David Garlick
It is only a small absence. But she leaves a vacuum. It is only a small place. But it echoes with her. There are no great rooms. But only empty spaces. She is only a small person. But she fills the house with ghosts. We are only little people. But I sense a great cavern. […]
Riches are one thing, Being happy another. Try to understand. (Or be grateful.) David Garlick
As fleeting the time flies, a small piece of nothing, a drip from a faucet, snow flake on the sea. So small, a frail moment, that no one will notice. Yet one marks a starting another an end. So how should we measure – the minutes and hours that make up a decade, an […]
Why are we all here? Meaning or mathematics. Who has the answer? David Garlick