by Warren Gaston | Oct 31, 2022
The rain cloud says to the river, you too need to be filled. The river says to the sea, you too need to be filled. The sea says to the rain cloud, you too need to be filled. The human says to the earth I need to be filled....
by Warren Gaston | Oct 27, 2022
A poet is one for whom the universe has waived its right to remain silent.
by Warren Gaston | Oct 23, 2022
This poem begins with licking a postage stamp which implies I wrote the letter before 1989, my moist tongue tasting the last postal glue, The friend I was writing to thirty-three years ago died ten years ago. The letter expressed the pleasure we took in the range and...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 22, 2022
Sitting in the steam room of the Chicago Athletic Club the Spirit of Calculation wafted through wet thick heat. Vapor enshrouded faces with sodden voices discussed the countable dimensions of the world. The earth is storage, want creating need, supply creating demand....
by Warren Gaston | Oct 15, 2022
We live in an age of expectancy, a hammer flung in a room of windows and mirrors.