The Poems of David Garlick
It was the first time, for me anyway. It was the first time that I had taken a child to school, to leave her there. It was the first time I had felt that loss. I was over whelmed by this. I had read of and seen this commonplace act. I had heard of […]
Autumn leaves are falling. Summer rained as well. Spring was a washout! Winter next, Oh hell! David Garlick, Sidney, August, 2007
How hard it is to let them grow, from boisterous childhood to surly youth. From cute and clean, to teen revolt. From children, to budding adulthood. How hard it is. How hard it is to let them go. Like ghosts the memories of tiny feet, shrill voices and waterfalls of laughter – […]
They call me the drummer. I’m held in a prison. Though the day, I know, will soon come. The door will creek open, they’ll take me out. And I shall die to the beat of a drum. The crime I’ve committed is hardly a new one. “My songs are unlawful.” They lie. I sing […]