The Poems of David Garlick
Sad little people on the doorstep advocating their word of god; the Bible as a lever. Pressuring with words, however sincere, that somehow lacking meaning. How many martyrs? How many have died “for their own good?” How many caught in cross fires? How many as an excuse? How many as an expediency? How […]
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, […]
A man stood in the shadows, in the shadow of his cameras. Shadows gathered around; the shadows of another time. Shadows played within his mind, of years long gone, a pantomime, when love and laughter were alive and children grew up strong. When wild places called a man to live a life to ancient […]