The Poems of David Garlick
As fleeting the time flies, a small piece of nothing, a drip from a faucet, snow flake on the sea. So small, a frail moment, that no one will notice. Yet one marks a starting another an end. So how should we measure – the minutes and hours that make up a decade, an […]
Mariachis blessed, he played his fiddle softly. A gift for his God. David Garlick
Why are we all here? Meaning or mathematics. Who has the answer? David Garlick
Images upon a wall, black and white and silver gray. Subtle tones that catch the eye, glimpses of another world. Thoughts return to childhood or ponder on a recent theme. Stark plains and shapes reflecting light, softer lines recalling dreams. Images upon a wall, pictures of my secret place. Hidden in my deepest soul […]