Ripples
Waves born, as ripples, beyond the horizon of time, eventually break on the shores of life. The damage they do or the pleasure they give is a measure of our ability to live. David Garlick, Victoria. September, 1995
Brave Bamboo
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, […]
Night Words
At night, when silence wraps the house words hover over me and I must set them down – or they will drift away. For slumber steals those first thought words, the best, the poignant. Ignored they seldom survive. I do not understand this. The theme persists but those precious drops from the thought spring […]
Boots and Dogs
Mud flew from cleated boots kicked against a granite rock. Gravel chattered underfoot. A wrought iron latch clacked a welcome. Pushed open, the weathered door vented mist, shouting into cold nostrils, of damp flag stones and panting dogs. The moist pub fug reached out, to warm chills; singing of beer and meat pies. […]