The Poems of David Garlick
If we gathered all the monsters from the middle of the night. Put them in a glass jar, with the lid screwed tight. Would mom and dad sleep better? Would Sis and I be glad, that the monster in the cupboard was not able to be bad? But think of monsters mother, would she […]
A gray and splashy Autumn sky, that weeps into its misty beard, or sighs with chill and gusty breath, his lover lost, a season drear. She drops a brilliant handkerchief. A shower of leaves in brown and gold, to offer him a chance to be her beau, now that the Fall is here. […]
How can a word be good are bad? They are ever blameless. We the ones that use them, to express ourselves; show our feelings, tell a tale. Hold a mirror to the world and say. “There you are world. Is that really you?” We use them to tell of our feelings. Yet they […]
Strange creatures come to visit us in yellow, white and blue. They drink the air and squeal with joy to watch us passing through. They drift about on things that float which burble with a deep base note that rumbles in our ears. And we, the children of the deep, who ply the […]