Beach Peddler

  Peddlers pecked persistently, among the lizard people. Periodically persistence pays off in, a plethora of pesos! Porque no?   David Garlick, Puerto Vallarta, February, 1998  

Wave Call

  The waves are calling me, their voices gruff and lonely. Their rolling chorus speaks of far away, of icy rivers and the swells that sweep the oceans roundly. They call that ancient part of me that I know not but which is strong as tides pulled by the moon. I hear the music of […]

Banyo

In rainbow hues, a monument; that reaches to a bright blue sky. The toilet seats of Mexico, lost but somewhere, they must be.   The mystery of the missing seats. The cold comfort of porcelain rim, that leave a mark on mind and bum; when mem’ries of adventures dim.   They must be stacked, a […]

Towards the Light (or Hacia la luz)

  ¿Adonde vas? old man. Sun is still behind the hill. The rooster has not spoken.   I walk away from sleep and all the ghosts that haunt there. I leave them in their dark to, seek the light.   Pero, ¿porqué vas? There is no need to journey. She will make bread and you […]