by Warren Gaston | Dec 26, 2017
“How can we continue to be at once astonished at the world and yet at home in it? How can this queer cosmic town give us at once the fascination of a strange town and the comfort and honor of being our own town?” G. K. Chesterton In the above quote, the Christian...
by Warren Gaston | Dec 18, 2017
Most of me is not mine. My provisions are provided to me more than I provide. I am almost wholly given, by the force that gives the sun, gives birds, gives wheat, that thrusts up mountains, that shoves flowers out of soil, that troubles waters and stirs wind. Over the...
by Warren Gaston | Dec 15, 2017
I chop three onions my vision blurs from tearing. I blame the onions, even though wounded news bleeds through my television. ——————————————— *a Japanese tanka...
by Warren Gaston | Dec 14, 2017
behind the furnace where heat blossoms out of gas I escape the crowd and rest near the blushing flame comfortable and alone *This poem is a tanka, a Japanese poetic for of 5 lines, the lines containing a syllable count of 5 – 7 – 5 – 7 – 7....
by Warren Gaston | Dec 6, 2017
Prose Poem Leroy’s mind was a fully furnished apartment which he rented by the year thus eliminating the bother to furnish thoughts of his own.
