The Poems of David Garlick
I’m in here ‘cos my silly heart has a tendency to plug. It’s probably just sawdust falling down from up above. They treat us well and coddle us but the hardest part of all is trying to sleep through mating calls of the Race Rocks Sea Lion Corps. It’s not their fault they rumble […]
Beautiful, graceful, flexible Bamboo, the strong bold stems greet our eyes. They move with the moods of the wind. Their simplicity calls to artists, who stroke a calligraphy of stems and leaves which stir and flutter in a light breeze. They whisper and chatter to the sky – and us, who pause to listen, […]
In my ICU cocoon I rest alone in solitary peace and quiet. I think of little but the fact that many things are left unsaid; reminded that a silent tongue can hurt a loved one just as much as saying something hurtful can. The tubes that festoon, lights that blink and monitors with […]
Jezebel is a poem of unbridled sensuality, so please cover your shell like ears if you are easily embarrassed. For the more experienced, I suggest that you turn on the TV set in your head and listen carefully to every suggestive syllable. Please be advised that the author will not be surprised if you feel […]