The Poems of David Garlick
Where Christmas is sold, people rush to buy a piece of it. Merchants smile with money grins and plastic trees glow, unreal. Only One hundred days left to buy those gifts the TV says – we dare not do without or children must have, but why? In desperation we ask them, those so special […]
He sat, dark, on low stone steps; buried in black shadow, unmoving. Only his staring, blank eyes gathered light thrown by glinting, gaudy gifts. The blare of music did not jar his ears. He was as a “black hole” on a step in a market full of noise and laughter; soaking up what was […]
“It’s not late,” she said, at three am! Lets try one more place, to hear the Mariachis play another song. Another song of home and love. Another song to sting an eye. Another song of love that’s lost then found again; as time goes by. She sat there, bright eyes all aglow. Living with us […]