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.
by Warren Gaston | Feb 12, 2023
The past is not set, it unsettles. The past adheres to the present, as the present gums up the future.
by Warren Gaston | Feb 3, 2023
Corollas nearing Mustangs, Mazda’s tailing Infinities, a Lincoln passed by a beat-up Ford each precisely spaced in time; big rigs, SUV’s, sedans, minis, motorcycles, speeding south through radar on interstate I-75. On the curve, the cloverleaf, the exit ramp, the...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 27, 2023
In sacred memory of the murdered millions International Holocaust Remembrance Day 1/27/2023 I would like to believe the Holocaust never happened and except for the overwhelming weight of evidence, I could. I would like to believe the Holocaust never happened,...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 25, 2023
The purpose of this poem is to prevent you from thinking about a rhinoceros. What are you trying not to see? A word or an animal. What real is really there? A real word? A real animal? A real word representing a real...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 23, 2023
We have vocabulary; utilitarian utensils. multipurpose tools. Swiss army knives. But do we have language, lavish letters, sensuous sounds, words licked by the loving tongue, lifting worlds from concealment....
by Warren Gaston | Jan 19, 2023
We have words for spoon and shovel. If we had a spoon or a shovel what would words be?
by Warren Gaston | Jan 17, 2023
Our alphabet needs scrubbing, twenty-six tacky letters gummed too long, a mush of murmurs, mumbling vapid vowels, insipid syllables, wooden words, squeamish sentences, frivolous paragraphs, language bruised by languid tongues, or fingers lazy on the laptop, or...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 16, 2023
The things we can’t say, we don’t say. Would we be better off saying? Interpretation comes into play. Motivation comes into play. Priorities come into play. Politeness comes into play. The thickness of skins. Longing for transitory tranquility, do we reveal...
