The Poems of David Garlick
As round the start line sailboats wheel, to read the course and feel the wind. The ballet of this ancient sport unfolds before the watchful eye. The count down signaled with gun and flag; so each may mark his allotted time. For then positioning begins, to try to make the perfect start. The right […]
I have a grandpa, a sort of a grandpa. Not really a grandpa, if you know what I mean. He likes to tell stories or read funny poems; changing his voice, which makes it all real. He speaks of nice dragons or wee frightened monsters; sometimes creepy crawlies, mice, slugs or fast snails. He […]
The phone spoke in my ear. “Do you want to go fishing?” Sure, I said, where are we going? “First Lake.” The voice said. Do you have a Fresh Water license?” No but I’ll pick one up, on the way. The truck bounced over ruts and brimming pot holes. Trees gathered around. The clouds […]
I sat there in the sunshine, waves soothing in my ear. One hand was on the “Down rigger,” the other clasped a beer. gbvvvg Ten salmon lay in ice below. The tide was at the slack. When a tingle ran up through my arm, then came a mighty thwack! I jumped up in an […]