The Poems of David Garlick
He stood by the bar, elbows a-leaning, foot on the brass rail, beer in his hand. “Have a good day?” said the man chewing peanuts. “Yes good, had a great Daughters Day.” “What’s a daughters day mate?” Said the man with the peanuts. Carl was his name, if my memory serves. “A day with […]
To love is all consuming, to be loved is humbling. David Garlick, Victoria, 1990
Old dog, old friend, how many years have gone, since first we cuddled you? Or romped through trees, to roll on grass or chased the children through the snow. But years have fled, leaving you old, with joints that ache and muzzle gray. Yet still you stagger to your feet to welcome those you […]
Let us, in our hearts and minds reach out for the meaning of love. Love, despite the dictionary, is an emotion, a force. Mating may be accomplished without love in fact hate, fear or revenge may be a motive, as in rape. How then, is mating said to be making love? Certainly mating, while […]