The Poems of David Garlick
His name was Sam, a warehouse man. Fat and ugly comes to mind. With one tooth each side and little hair, he chased what he could find. He pursued the girls at every bar but could never summarize why his affairs were short in length. Perhaps it was his size. He met a […]
I’ve found a place where I’m at peace, a place with many friends. With golden sand, seas that chant and palms that clap their hands. The wind blows gently, in my hair and I can be, just me, as flowers bright sing songs of love, “of love?” you say, to me. Yes of […]
Jezebel is a poem of unbridled sensuality, so please cover your shell like ears if you are easily embarrassed. For the more experienced, I suggest that you turn on the TV set in your head and listen carefully to every suggestive syllable. Please be advised that the author will not be surprised if you feel […]
In a wide valley, where mountains lean back from a carpet of lakes, we spent a final mother’s day. There, floating gardens are tended from flat bottomed boats. Lotus lilies eye the sky and Kingfishers hover. A last few hours together, we wished it would not end but life was cruel, always good […]