The Poems of David Garlick
The dreadful tools of torture lay, gleaming steel, tray on tray. In cabinets of wood and glass, that catch your eye as these you pass. “Sit here,” she said. “We’ll get to you. The one you hear is nearly through and though his screams are not in tune, we promise to be with you […]
Mixing concrete in a barrow, bending and straining, I felt the dragon strike deep into my chest- grabbing my aching heart, squeezing, squeezing. The pain like a sun burst flared in all directions. I recognized my foe, stared mortality in the eye. Damn! I thought, this fence post won’t be set. I sat down […]
He’s a fine man, tall, though a Gringo, but then no ones perfect, it seems. He improves his Spanish daily, though words create problems, you’ll see. So many sound rather similar. The verbs Ser and Estar, confuse. Practice is the only solution, though the locals we seem to amuse. He wanted his […]
So many words have slipped past my lips but still I have not said what I set out to say. So many words have left my HB pencil but what I want to tell you evades me. So many thoughts flash behind my eyes, grand sweeping phrases which once imagined, are lost, gone forever as […]