by Warren Gaston | Sep 27, 2016
Today I am leaving for France, homeland of ancestors, haven of art, house of gastronomy. I have long appreciated how the French refuse to pit logos against eros, rationality against sensuality, spirituality against physicality. The French do not want to pick this...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 19, 2016
“This is the strangest life I’ve ever known.” Jim Morrison, The Doors It is life enough. And life, this one and only life, is very strange indeed. To...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 9, 2016
Yesterday I sat on my patio in the deep heat of summer, finches at the feeder, deer lying in the cool among trees, a newspaper on my lap. One would have no need to imagine a more delightful day. Yet I am leaden, body, mind, soul weighted down. I read the newspaper. I...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 6, 2016
(poem posted on 7/5/16) At first, this poem may appear to be pure nonsense. It may not even look like a poem. It begins with an unfamiliar word taxonomy and looks like a list of unrelated and ridiculous statements. Who in their right mind would think this was a...
by Warren Gaston | May 20, 2016
Do we have an obligation to always be the person people have gotten used to us being, our persona, or can we respond to the urge to be new.
by Warren Gaston | Apr 9, 2016
I’ve received a complaint about Poetry Breaks Things. Too much talk of death, too many poems about dying. Too gloomy. Too morose. Cheer up a bit already, I was told. Be a little more positive. That would be hard to do, since (1) I am positive I am going to die, and...
