The Poems of David Garlick
She makes a lovely cup of coffee, does the lass. Sweet as honey, rich with Carnation cream. My time is short but I’ll keep that warm memory held close, golden taste against the cold. Each sip scalding on my tongue, burning down my eager throat. Each taste jerks a hidden thought, living behind my eyes, […]
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 […]
Are deserts desolate and bare, to you, dear reader of these lines? Do you fear barren, ravaged cliffs, deep frowning fissures, thirsty rocks? Does lack of water or thickening tongue bring dread when thinking of a place, where you are alien and lost on a great plain that never ends. But there is also […]
The house is hot in Summer time. South windows catching all the sun and far below, the glassy sea is patterned with a currents flow. Our garden hums with many sounds, a buzzing bee, the whir of wings. The chatter of a cool lawn spray and leaves that rustle in a breeze. Waves of […]