The Poems of David Garlick
One minute a bustling person, next a mere mortal. She is my friend, we have been together thirty six years. I am afraid. What would I do without her? What of all those plans we have the places still to see? The people we hope to meet, the exotic foods to try, small adventures […]
Leaving alone, an older man, played softly, to himself. Was it just for practice? Perhaps he liked the sound. Or did he play in thanks, a gift for his maker. David Garlick, Vallarta
His name was Sam, a warehouse man. Fat and ugly comes to mind. With one tooth each side and little hair, he chased what he could find. He pursued the girls at every bar but could never summarize why his affairs were short in length. Perhaps it was his size. He met a […]
I am the door. Knock and I will answer. Through me, may all who seek it, find shelter and in my dwelling you will find peace. For in my house are many rooms and everyone will find their tongue spoken with understanding. And all who seek truth will find it in their own way. There […]