The Poems of David Garlick
Part One Our father named us, The Animals! Come here animals, he would call. Nancy, the eldest was Rabbit. I was Rat! Rats have always fascinated me. I would have loved to have a white one but there was some resistance to this, so I had to make do with another boy’s […]
What stroke of pen or smear of paint can match the greatness of a simple flower? What knowledge of this world, one day one night? can match a cloud or wave upon an ocean? What emotion greater than the sacrifice of love or more vile than the hates which emanate from men? With all […]
Shadow, our dog, cowers as I open the back door to spring? The rain drifts down and flakes of snow punctuate the cold deluge! I know it doesn’t rhyme but then I don’t do rhyme as a rule. Spring in BC is supposed to be a blaze of colour and warm zephyrs but not […]
They must be Gods, I thought. How else did they learn so well, while I could not remember anything? They must be gods, I thought. How else could they write, write, write in halls, where floors squeaked and sun beams danced the motes of dust? The scratch of pens on paper. They […]