by Warren Gaston | Nov 26, 2016
What’s the matter with poets? Do they think they have something to say? The arrogance, expecting me to waste my time deciphering some secret code of metaphor and rhyme. Who knows what poets mean, and on top of that, who cares? Definition of a poem: a rhetorical...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 10, 2016
Yesterday morning, cold and wet and dark, I woke up in the unfinished stanza of the great poem called America. A new poet had taken over the manuscript: Donald J. Trump. His stanza was full of powerful words and imagery. It began on June 16, 2015 with an escalator...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 9, 2016
Yesterday~ the future arrived a day early. Tomorrow~ the past will arrive a day late. Today~ I am in an untimely situation.
by Warren Gaston | Nov 6, 2016
chimneys in October make no secret of winter’s want of heat interiors cool to cold frigid walls frozen glass wind through window frames snow on the mansard roofs within buildings – combustion provocations of the bed couples spar and spark women blaze – men flare...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 20, 2016
Hidden by playground walls, fountains of laughter, floods of floral French, welling up, spilling out, over the cobbled streets, wails of glee from ahistorical progeny of Charlemagne, Robespierre, and Richelieu....
