The Poems of David Garlick
A cold and dreary place of peeling paint, cracked floors, the whisper of dust gathering and dark secrets. Damp wind through cracked windows, the cries of anguished souls echoing through a forest of bars. David Garlick, Alcatraz, San Francisco, October, 1997
Have you ever had a slug go squish between your toes, or felt a shell go crunch under your shoe.? Please look a little bit ahead and be more careful where you tread, which may reduce the damage you can do. For after all even a slug has reasons of his own to live […]
Wally’s, Woolly Mammoth mother was worried about Winter. Would the woollies she had knitted keep out the Arctic chill? Would his head be warm and cozy and his trunk all pink and rosy or tears run down his freezing face to drip upon the snow. The drips would soon make icicles that glinted in […]
I wanted to buy you a bright red Porche, a diamond ring, an Arab horse but all I have to give is love and this I give with all my heart. For twenty years a plant may grow. A little flower thats pure and white. Sometimes it’s petals wither and fade. sometimes the dew […]