The Poems of David Garlick
Early light, gray-green smells. Spruce leaf drips and spider jewels. Moss and toadstool, orange caps, crowns of fern, lichened rocks High on hill where I wait, watching smoke spiral, wafting, from the cottage far below. Hear me, hear me human one in your lair by the stream. Listen for my quiet calling, drifting, drifting […]
In the growing dusk she sat – in her favorite chair on the porch. This was her ritual, something to look forward to – as the light faded. The day’s tasks done, fulfillment. Another day among so many, now thoughts of distant family and departed friends visited her. Not sadly but in an awareness […]
The waves reared up behind us, with the look of polished stone. The white wake streaming behind it, a reflection of dead men’s bone. My hands had felt the slash of her fangs, my muscles the lash of her tail. My eyes, red rimmed, from lack of sleep and storms to make a […]
Once again the leaves were talking to me! Rain spoke above the snarl of a four-wheeled swarm, while bushes shook, like a wet dogs. The slugs rushed for cover. It was wonderful; Dog Shadow sparkled and smiled at me as we sauntered along a trail. What were the leaves and rain saying? I didn’t […]