by Warren Gaston | Aug 12, 2016
Here I am. I was not the soldier killed in Da Nang, nor crushed when my car slipped off the jack. I was not stabbed in a doorway in Kew Gardens, Queens, nor did I die of cancer or Ebola or AIDS. I was not gunned down in a market in Memphis, or bombed in Baghdad or...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 24, 2016
after Lorca Summer song, who set you loose among treetops and green leaves? The blue jay screeching his fright. Summer song, who set you loose among dahlias and roses? The butterfly escaping the night. Summer song, who set you loose among pebbles and loam? The...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 19, 2016
This post was inspired by an email I received from a very good friend asking me if I would be willing to explain to him why I like poetry. Posted below is my response. ________________________________________________________________________________________ First,...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 18, 2016
We have dropped time, history lies broken on the floor the mirror of minutes lies shattered on the floor the egg of hours lies splattered on the floor the urn of epochs lies scattered on the floor. A shout goes out; “Help, someone repair time.” All the King’s horses...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 5, 2016
I have attempted to organize knowledge in the most precise categories possible. Things easily understood Things understood but not correctly Things assumed but not investigated Things known to squirrels but not deer Things known to birds but not fish Things you were...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 1, 2016
[poem: The Lecture was posted 6/30/16] This poem is about change. Not just change noticed in daily life but change as a fundamental construct of reality. Change is not an accident. Change is the condition of all existence. This idea was arrived at by two ancient...
