The Poems of David Garlick
He stood by the bar, elbows a-leaning, foot on the brass rail, beer in his hand. “Have a good day?” said the man chewing peanuts. “Yes good, had a great Daughters Day.” “What’s a daughters day mate?” Said the man with the peanuts. Carl was his name, if my memory serves. “A day with […]
One day dark clouds hung in my mind and rain fell urgently in my soul. It washed over me in a flood and the salty sting cut my eyes. Why lie here lonely in despair living for meaningless goals, like visits and the next meal; prisoner of the Healers. It is time to […]
What are these writings in the sand these ancient runes I can not read? Are they the story of my life? Not as the pages of a book but rather, to encourage me to think about what might have been. And having thought about those chances lost to build, to guide, to cherish or […]
To love is all consuming, to be loved is humbling. David Garlick, Victoria, 1990