by Warren Gaston | Oct 21, 2024
the river runs through the town before the town after the town the river locates the town it is on the river a river town the town confines the river the river divides the town the council building bridges the river is on its mind an old man fishing the river is on...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 20, 2024
The full weight of a robin lands on a reed. The reed takes the robin’s weight seriously. The reed quivers and bends. The full weight of a poem lands in a mind. The mind does not take the poem’s weight seriously. The mind neither quivers nor...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 18, 2024
Dying requires an unwavering commitment to silence. I am not ready yet to make that commitment.
by Warren Gaston | Oct 13, 2024
When something he wanted to happen didn’t happen, he was not disappointed. When something he didn’t want to happen happened, he was not angered. When something he wanted to happen happened. he was not gleeful. Zeno the Stoic taught us to lead well-tempered lives. Zeno...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 11, 2024
Death reminds us, absence surrounds. For years my parents were present. Now they’re gone, their presence a memory, a different kind of real. Everywhere there is nothing, vacancy abounds, between letters...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 8, 2024
Prayer, whistling for god, a summoning, a song, the Big Cozy comes panting, eager tongue dripping elixirs of belief relief, needs me, needs us all in order to be, well, God, keeps busy day after apocryphal day, no divine fun without the anthropocentric mess to fix and...
