by Warren Gaston | Jun 26, 2017
To a god who wants nothing in return, I would give my all. A deity demanding more, I would give less. Less being more, in this way I maintain the balance of power between us and give god the experience of surprise....
by Warren Gaston | Jun 23, 2017
poiesis (poiesis – Gk. ‘to make’) The poetic life is not writing poems about life. It can include writing poems, but it is bigger than that. Allow me to be metaphorical. The world has been dropped. The poet picks up the fragments, holds the jagged...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 18, 2017
“The poem must resist the intelligence Almost successfully.” Wallace Stevens Man Carrying Things As soon as a reader is convinced he or she knows what the poem is ‘about’ he or she should stop reading. The poem will add nothing fresh to the reader’s life. The poem...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 8, 2017
“Each second, the Sun fuses approximately 600 million tons of hydrogen to helium, converting about 4 million tons of matter to energy.” Wikipedia: ˜sun”™ Faithfully the sun climbs up east out of black sky, doing the morally responsible thing. People...
by Warren Gaston | May 20, 2017
Posted on May 14, 2017 On a hill above Los Angeles I look out over a city of windows. This poem is barely a poem. It is a moment, a moment that produced a thought. The moment was the experience of looking out over the city from a home on Mountain View, a street on a...
by Warren Gaston | May 17, 2017
On a shore in west Montana the universe grinds on a stone. Waters rush, sturdy grasses rustle. Farther out, bright-eyed iridescent trout hunt trap-mouthed for plump, delicious bugs flashing in the sun. Nearby, stolid mountains affecting sleep, await orders from deep...
