The Poems of David Garlick
Part One, trying to get there! We left, as the gray dawn light, was touched with glints of gold. Spruce trees, black along the shore. A Southeaster, blew bitterly cold! The Genoa, crackled a greeting. The wake, followed, marble white. The burgee, waved at seabirds. Our spirits, joined them in flight. Demelza shouldered […]
I worked in a large refinery. Part of the local industry and I was very pleased to be, a useful person at last. I was quite young and truth to tell I worked very hard, was doing well. So they put me on shift with Ali Abdul and this is the story of that. […]
The nave was hung with a curtain of music. Heavy organ chords and blasts of sounds that echoed, chasing each other for space, overlapping and swallowing one another. Then the crystal trumpet notes soared to hang like snow flakes weightless in the air. The sound of frosted ice bells chiming. Together a great tapestry stirred […]
I am a fearless Fruit Fly. I fornicate for fun. I flit among the orchards trees. I frolic in the sun. And from my frequent fusings, with females that I find. Fruitfully I’ll fill my world with future frisky flies. David Garlick, Victoria, October, 1990