The Poems of David Garlick
I strolled the Malecon, by myself but not alone. A warm evening, palms talked and all around people laughed. The sun set in a blast of red leaving the clouds bleeding. Happy with life I waved at the balloon man and smiled. Then I heard music, dance music. The music of the true […]
Caminando en el malecón sin compañía aunque no solo. Noche tibia en que las palmeras hablaban y la gente reía alrededor. El sol se ocultó bajo una explosión color rojo dejando a las nubes ensangrentadas. Feliz de la vida saludé al vendedor de globos Y sonreí. Entonces escuché música, música de danza. La […]
Lonely I sit, my coffee growing cold, amid the clink of cutlery and glass. The constant chatter of others, the buzzing activity of them all is an accusation of me. I, who sit in lonely thought wishing for the happy times, long gone, when family and friends filled my life. No more, now just […]
On a chest of draws he proudly stood. Dressed in nothing but Bat wings and hood. Poised for flight, frolic or fantasy; rampant he stood there for her to see. Few people lived, in that small mining town. But those that did, kept an ear to the ground. For something juicy, was new news […]