Autumn Leaves
Autumn leaves are falling. Summer rained as well. Spring was a washout! Winter next, Oh hell! David Garlick, Sidney, August, 2007
My Place of Words
My special place has no GPS address. It is a place that moves with time and mood. It is elusive but once announced may not be ignored. There is no road, no stairs to climb, only a drift of consciousness and spirit, insistent tireless. I sleep with an HB pencil, in case of attack. I […]
Golden Image
Alone, in this place of peace, silence drifted through my mind. Snow flakes in the wintertime, blossoms in the early spring. Koi mouthed rings upon the lake. White crane waited on one leg in the image of the temple’s – gold reflection on the water. Under willows, head bowed low, mossy banks soft to the […]
Scar Face
He was a horny bastard and a long, long way from home. Where despite advice from others he’d not leave the girls alone. He visited Fatima. I think that was her name. Who practiced her profession on the Island of Bahrain. She had a reputation for exotic fun and games but because I never […]