The Poems of David Garlick
The elegance of your mobile tail fascinates me, quiet, gentle movements, cat sign language, all your own. From a mere twitch to sweeping lashing swings, so sensitive yet fluent, the echoes of your thoughts. You are a tranquil, beautiful creature, one moment, then next, a killing machine, stalking unwary prey. I watch with awe the […]
The phone spoke in my ear. “Do you want to go fishing?” Sure, I said, where are we going? “First Lake.” The voice said. Do you have a Fresh Water license?” No but I’ll pick one up, on the way. The truck bounced over ruts and brimming pot holes. Trees gathered around. The clouds […]
The creeks run red with the blood of the hills as ax and chain saw bite deep. The slaughter of trees for the market place make protesters blockade and weep. The slopes are bare and the stumps, like tombs litter the clear cut field. The logging roads slash an ancient face with a […]
I sat there in the sunshine, waves soothing in my ear. One hand was on the “Down rigger,” the other clasped a beer. gbvvvg Ten salmon lay in ice below. The tide was at the slack. When a tingle ran up through my arm, then came a mighty thwack! I jumped up in an […]