The Poems of David Garlick
El es un caballero andante anda con su Dulce Dulcinea. el va por todas partes escribiendo de la vida y del ser. Escribe de muchas cosas del amor y des las rosas. Escribe de un insecto que fornica todo el tiempo. Yo soy Pancho Sancho; pienso que un poco loco es el. Aunque muchas […]
The setting moon and mauve above the blue. A cockerel chorus over tiled roofs. Cathedral bell tolls. Early Mass awaits. Easter Sunday in Puetro Vallata. A chicken cackles, proud of her new egg. Symbol of life or coloured bauble? Yellow chicks or chocolate rabbits? Easter Sunday rises again. Bright colours on the […]
An envelope that cloaks us all, gives us life, holds us safe; the air we breathe, our precious shield. While like a mirror, of our lives, that other orb, that is the eye, reflects the beauty of our home. As our world, in swirls of blue, sails the void of time and space. […]
Foam was rich, like froth on beer, crash of waves on the bar. Lights on the shore; reflect stars in the heavens, footsteps just a pause in the hour. Faint scent of night blooms, a shawl in a breeze. Sound of strings strummed in the night. Trill of a trumpet, the sigh of a […]