The Poems of David Garlick
Our home is on the edge of a huge continent. We live among the embroidery of her outskirts. This land of mountains, valleys, rivers, deltas, beaches, cliffs, bays, reefs, currents and beautiful treed islands, beckons you. It is a paradise, a splendid living eco system, a play ground for boaters, a place of wonder for […]
We live in a temperate Jungle, if there is such a thing. We live on the edge of a huge continent. We live among the embroidery of these outskirts. We live in a very beautiful place, that is Vancouver Island, British Columbia. Part of the delight of being here, are the animals with whom we […]
Today I glanced in the mirror. A child looked back at me. His nose is freckled, his hair is fair, he sticks out his tongue, and laughs at reflections there. Today I glanced in the mirror. A schoolboy looks back at me. His nose still freckled, his hair combed flat. He thumbs his […]
When I have a need to write, I go to the spring with my bucket. There the limped waters wait silently for me, enticing me, with a force I do not understand, to pause before dipping my bucket, oh so slowly, into the chilly pool at my feet. The outside bottom rim meets the […]