The Poems of David Garlick
Stars and angels or candles and clouds; velas y faldas amplias? The dance; wings on air, the spell of music and movement. My heart in step, my mind lost in rhythm and laughter. Music that reaches me across mountains and deserts across language and time. Sweet arrow in my heart. At a table, yet […]
I had forgotten how beautiful they are. Sleek of skin and limbs without the blemish of time. Bodies straight, colts full of fun! Clear eyed and determined. Unspoiled by too much or too little. Poems in the writing. athletes in the training. Our future, their responsibility. David Garlick, Puerto Vallarta, March 1999
I look at our baby and in that moment – I understand not only how much my parents love me but that once again, life has given me a new kind of love to share. Books spill words of mother’s love, rightly so, for mothers are our genesis. They bear and care for us, […]
I strolled the Malecon, by myself but not alone. A warm evening, palms talked and all around people laughed. The sun set in a blast of red leaving the clouds bleeding. Happy with life I waved at the balloon man and smiled. Then I heard music, dance music. The music of the true […]