The Poems of David Garlick
Early in the year, Maple buds form. New life quickens on the down swept branches. As the days lengthen, kind spring warms the air, gentle breezes rock leaf cradles, life stirs. Fat buds bursting, blooms show, bright green. Then leaves appear when warmth opens them. Summer flows across the land, leaves stretch out to […]
We stood in a lineup with a package for Nana. I watched all the people purchasing stamps. Then at last it was our turn, so I said to the woman who served at the counter in navy blue pants. “Please have you the time to answer a question? I know you are busy but […]
News and views and weather stats. Comments, characters and such. Sports and business; it’s the same. Doesn’t seem to matter much. Now and then traffic reports. Commuters phone from where they be. Cellular keeps all in touch, with Victoria’s C.B.C. Snarls in snarls, a way of life. Edgy edging foot by foot – […]
The Vacuumer swallowed my Dollar. One gulp and the “Loonie” was gone. Sucked into the things dirty stomach, where unspeakable items belong. It rattled its way up the flex hose; the Gannet like neck of my foe and pinged as fell in the bucket, to tell me where lost Loonies go. I was […]