by Warren Gaston | Mar 7, 2023
the earth – dense enough to bear the sea the sea – dense enough to bear the sky the sky – dense enough to bear the bird the bird – complex enough to bear earth, sea, and...
by Warren Gaston | Mar 6, 2023
A poem is a voice in search of a conversation.
by Warren Gaston | Feb 27, 2023
A fist of words, gloves off, sock the eyes of the ear & the ears of the eye. The punched mind jerks not deflecting harm but reflecting on what can be learned from the bruise. ...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 26, 2023
The fiery sun drops without sizzle into the Western sea, the end of another illusion called day.
by Warren Gaston | Feb 20, 2023
The ocean is full of rain. The rain is full of ocean. Yet, I can distinguish one from the other. rain falls, waves roll, toward vertical or horizontal shores.
by Warren Gaston | Feb 16, 2023
At age twelve, I wanted to be a poet. What does it take, I wondered? To be a poet. A real poet, I mean. One with dirt on his shovel to dig. Uncovering.
