by Warren Gaston | May 11, 2017
Our vegetables travel long distances covered with flecks of American history, sweat beads on cabbage leaves, blood stains on lettuce leaves, the sun burning field skin, drives broccoli through soil. Human DNA sticks to celery stocks, stories shine in the sheen of bell...
by Warren Gaston | May 8, 2017
Poetry is hard. Modern poetry is harder. Why do we read modern poetry? The poem gives us an experience made out of words. In modern poetry the words are not given as straight forward information. The words shake and shatter. The words did-organize our model of...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 27, 2017
The dead do not live as long as they used to. Our memories have become substandard housing for the dead. We forget our beloved ancestors, lose the scent of their songs, tear down their barns, pave their fallow fields, cap their wells, improve our inheritance into...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 24, 2017
First, impressions of the river- beach-city-tree world, soft on the eyes, soft in the eyes, Monet’s pleasing pastel haze. Then, wild animal ecstasy, Le Bonheur de Vivre** recommended by Henri Matisse, prismatic king of the beasts. Luxury Peace Calm*** became...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 21, 2017
How do you like it thus far, this poem, not much to go on, I know, but for me to keep writing. I need assurances. I need feedback. So far, is the poem strong or weak? Is it worth my pen scratching paper-thin thoughts on thin paper? I once saw a sparrow attempting to...
