The Poems of David Garlick
Her hair was set in fiber glass, as she read the evening news. She raised her brows, lowered her lids to under score her views. Head turned and nodded, preened and pecked; I’m sure I never heard a word, as I watched the evening news. It fascinated me to see the facile movement of […]
An envelope that cloaks us all, gives us life, holds us safe; the air we breathe, our precious shield. While like a mirror, of our lives, that other orb, that is the eye, reflects the beauty of our home. As our world, in swirls of blue, sails the void of time and space. […]
A cold and dreary place of peeling paint, cracked floors, the whisper of dust gathering and dark secrets. Damp wind through cracked windows, the cries of anguished souls echoing through a forest of bars. David Garlick, Alcatraz, San Francisco, October, 1997
Foam was rich, like froth on beer, crash of waves on the bar. Lights on the shore; reflect stars in the heavens, footsteps just a pause in the hour. Faint scent of night blooms, a shawl in a breeze. Sound of strings strummed in the night. Trill of a trumpet, the sigh of a […]