by Warren Gaston | Aug 18, 2016
Paradise: City of Angels (6) Thick night heat, orange blossom air, the garden still as a heart between beats, the miracle of immense city silence.
by Warren Gaston | Aug 17, 2016
Paradise: City of Angels (5) Swift wing hummingbird, standing poised in the sky, you poke your beak in gravity’s eye.
by Warren Gaston | Aug 16, 2016
Paradise: City of Angels (4) Second half-moon morning, sharp shadowed corner of the house the sun tangled in telephone wires.
by Warren Gaston | Aug 15, 2016
Paradise: City of Angels (3) Frothing water, naked sun, half-moon faint in the lemon tree, fruit of the fading night.
by Warren Gaston | Aug 14, 2016
Paradise: City of Angels (2) I walk toward soft roaring water on a path between boxwood and wall following cairns of fallen fruit.
by Warren Gaston | Aug 13, 2016
I have just returned from two weeks in Los Angeles, the City of Angels. There we rented a stucco cottage on Moore Street featuring a small secluded garden and hot tub. Eight brief poems came to be in that urban paradise. Paradise, the Persian Pairidaeza –...
