Mariachi Blessing
Mariachis blessed, he played his fiddle softly. A gift for his God. David Garlick
The Poems of David Garlick
Mariachis blessed, he played his fiddle softly. A gift for his God. David Garlick
Why are we all here? Meaning or mathematics. Who has the answer? David Garlick
Images upon a wall, black and white and silver gray. Subtle tones that catch the eye, glimpses of another world. Thoughts return to childhood or ponder on a recent theme. Stark plains and shapes reflecting light, softer lines recalling dreams. Images upon a wall, pictures of my secret place. Hidden in my deepest soul […]
The world to live on. Sun for us to see loved ones. Breath in the clean air. David Garlick