by Warren Gaston | Nov 25, 2017
flying dark out of the Pacific’s soaked sun sky we punched manic into east looking for Cleveland, looking for light
by Warren Gaston | Nov 18, 2017
Already there was nothing, then more, much more. Then there will be less plenty less, even less, nothing again. The world wobbles its way through time, more or less, time after time, until the time comes when time is more than less, not even next to nothing, nothing....
by Warren Gaston | Nov 16, 2017
In the morning the sun stretches in through the eastern window. All day long, the future becomes the present, the present becomes the past, all day long. In the evening, the sun slips out through the western window. ...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 14, 2017
My poem is underway. It moves toward unknown destinations, in search of eyes, in search of ears. Like a message in a bottle adrift on the wavewide sea, my poem desires to be discovered. Trembling in a stranger’s hands, my poem works to shake loose a stubborn yet...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 11, 2017
“It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced the undefinable menace of total rationalism.” Czeslaw Milosz People do not appreciate modern poetry when they labor under the illusion that life is logical. Just say what you mean, they say to the...
