The Poems of David Garlick
Fleas in the carpet. Cats on the floor. Ants in the bathroom. Dogs at the door. Snakes in the garden. Bees in the air. Birds in the branches. Raccoon in its lair. Carp in the fish pond. Frogs in the grass. Spiders in the undergrowth. Worms on the path. Beetles a scurrying. […]
Que precio pagamos por lagrimas no deramadas. La sequia priva el rio de la vida. Exponiendo su esqueleto de roca. El alma del pescado muere y arboles de palabra marchitan. Dejad lagrimas llenar la forma del rio. Dandole a este redondes que llora. Risas reprimidas, risas y gritos de jubilo. Arboles gordos beben y […]
What price we pay for unshed tears. The drought starves the river of life, exposing it’s rock skeleton. The soul fish die and word trees whither brown. Let tears fill out river’s form. Giving it a roundness that weeps, chuckles, laughs or shouts in joy. Fat trees drink and fish are abundant. David Garlick, […]
I’m in here ‘cos my silly heart has a tendency to plug. It’s probably just sawdust falling down from up above. They treat us well and coddle us but the hardest part of all is trying to sleep through mating calls of the Race Rocks Sea Lion Corps. It’s not their fault they rumble […]