The Poems of David Garlick
There are never any covers in the cupboard for those plastic bowls, one keeps the left overs in, to eat another time. I’m told that they are in there but however hard I look for them, they always seem to hide from me or change their plastic size. Perhaps there is a an island […]
I’d like a purple dragon to come and live with me. We could play every morning or paddle in the sea. But if the Purple Dragon turned blue when he was cold. His mother would soon scold him, to say “Do what you’re told” Breath out your dreaded dragons breath and wrap it round and […]
Part One, trying to get there! We left, as the gray dawn light, was touched with glints of gold. Spruce trees, black along the shore. A Southeaster, blew bitterly cold! The Genoa, crackled a greeting. The wake, followed, marble white. The burgee, waved at seabirds. Our spirits, joined them in flight. Demelza shouldered […]
I worked in a large refinery. Part of the local industry and I was very pleased to be, a useful person at last. I was quite young and truth to tell I worked very hard, was doing well. So they put me on shift with Ali Abdul and this is the story of that. […]