Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves are falling. Summer rained as well. Spring was a washout! Winter next, Oh hell!     David Garlick, Sidney, August, 2007  

My Place of Words

My special place has no GPS address. It is a place that moves with time and mood. It is elusive but once announced may not be ignored. There is no road, no stairs to climb, only a drift of consciousness and spirit, insistent tireless. I sleep with an HB pencil, in case of attack. I […]

Scar Face

He was a horny bastard and a long, long way from home. Where despite advice from others he’d not leave the girls alone. He visited Fatima. I think that was her name. Who practiced her profession on the Island of Bahrain.   She had a reputation for exotic fun and games but because I never […]

Pirate

I was a dashing pirate once, when first I learnt to read. I fought with sword and pistol. My gallant crew I’d lead. We sailed a fleet, black schooner, the Sea Witch was her name and filled her holds with treasure we captured on the “Main.”   But now I have grown older, my fantasies […]