The Poems of David Garlick
We promised. “We will remember you!” How quickly we forget. Their cries of anguish echo through time, cursing wars glorified by books, statues and poems. Cries that fall on deaf ears. Their deaths made meaningless, by greed, foolishness and revenge. Tell us, you who would wage war. Tell us, what fighting solves? Tell us […]
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 […]
A spotted snake of people writhed down Bourbon Street. The night was full of colour and the patter of their feet. It’s scales of hats and faces of “shades” reflecting light. It’s body pulsing wildly to the music of the night. We passed by sleazy curio shops. Photographs of “girlie shows.” We passed […]