The Poems of David Garlick
I stood outside an old tin shed, there was no other person there. Though evidence lay all around of people who had once lived here. Into the shed by leaning door I stooped to see what I could find greeted by wind and banging roof, a creaking door and singing wire. Through broken, dirty […]
What a wondrous idea! What a great goal! What a prize to work towards! What a gift to pass on? “Ah, now there’s the rub.” For in giving it too freely, to those who have not sought the shade and responsibilities, it may fester in neglect, to perish in greed. For you cannot […]
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 […]
Those who take part in Sport? Forget it! These are the worshippers at the alter of vicarious adulation. The applauders of mindless acts of violence by padded gladiators. They pay their tithe and yell, “kill him, kill him !” Then scream in delight at senseless fights, or boo when others win or do well. Such […]