by Warren Gaston | Jan 28, 2024
Day after day, still snow. White weight grips the ground. Frozen daylight hangs in trees. Ice stays where water ran. A small wind blows, nothing moves. A bird’s black eye watches.
by Warren Gaston | Jan 25, 2024
My neighbors live behind a fence, inside a door, beneath a roof, within four walls. I see a garage door closing. I hear children playing. I hear a dog barking. . Perhaps, after a storm, we will meet....
by Warren Gaston | Jan 22, 2024
Wherever you find a taboo, you find fascination. Wherever you find fascination you find an exiled god. the ram’s horn blares “no” but anyway worshipers enter a collapsed temple disturbing foot- prints in ancestral...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 19, 2024
I. The world is thick with mystery. We pretend we comprehend. And we do. And we don’t. II. If you ask, what time is it, everyone knows how to answer. An analog clock, a digital watch, a cable tv box in the bedroom, a microwave or stove in the kitchen, all will tell...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 16, 2024
ONE Don’t be casual with a poem. If you want to know a poem, move in. TWO Don’t tell a poem what it says. Ask a poem what it is saying. THREE If the poet and the poem are both speaking, listen first to the poem, then the poet. FOUR The poem is not you. The...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 15, 2024
The cosmos shouts the great orgasmic “Let!” Let all be released. Let all be allowed. Let it begin. Let night be day. Let the nightingale sing the sunrise. Let the singer have a tree, a green branch in the sky. Let there be a flowing stream and a receiving pool. Let a...
