by Warren Gaston | May 24, 2016
You have the right to remain silent. But you have the responsibility to speak. If you remain silent, who will have the key to the safe of your history? If you remain silent, who will attest to your innocence or guilt? If you remain silent, who will weep over the...
by Warren Gaston | May 17, 2016
There will come a time when what we are doing now will be more real than what we will be doing then. We will remember these trees and they will live. We will remember the sun on our skins and our skins will be warm in the memory. We will remember leaves, bird songs,...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 23, 2016
We know not through our intellect but through our experience. Maurice Merleau-Ponty 20th Century French Philosopher* Writing a poem is living the second half of NOW. The first half of NOW is the actual experience. NOW I receive these sensations through my eyes, ears,...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 17, 2016
“I can make a poem out of anything,” the poet bragged, standing in the second bay of Green’s garage as grease-covered Henry leaned into the open mouthed maw of a 1971 Dodge Dart. He straightened himself out from under the hood – stretched and swore as his steel...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 12, 2016
rainy cold damp day pink blossoms on the driveway sky dark mood descends where do I find happiness pen on paper, heart on world 2016
by Warren Gaston | Apr 7, 2016
Sometimes I find it necessary to meditate on being dead. I’ve never been dead, but I can imagine. How different can it be than my state of being ten thousand years ago or a hundred for that matter? I have no recollection, even though I know I am now a re-collection of...
