by Warren Gaston | Feb 18, 2022
the word world sinks over come by what has taken over a bland blanching sludge buzz hum drone white disquietude like cotton, like candy a saccharine brainful a mouthful of dittos
by Warren Gaston | Feb 17, 2022
over and over on the beach, a little girl chases a sea gull rushing feet flapping wings always the sea bird wins, wins by not losing. the girl wins by losing.
by Warren Gaston | Feb 13, 2022
My poems are not a call for freedom. I am free. King or Queen, not a monarch but a mattress. I am free. Coke or Pepsi. I am free. Foreign or domestic. I am free. Honda or Hyundai. I am free. Man or woman, Boy or girl. I am free. Gay or straight. Black or white....
by Warren Gaston | Feb 5, 2022
What happened? What occurred? What took place? What name is needed? A word. A word to hold in your mind’s eye, A word to tell another. To transmit. To transport. One word extracted from many. The right word. Tell me. Then I will know what you know. A...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 3, 2022
Humans are of two minds. Amphibious. We live in two worlds at once. One mind imagines a rocket. One mind imagines a god. One mind builds the rocket, titanium. aluminum, copper. fuel. One mind names the rocket. Saturn. Apollo. Atlas. Thor. Which mind could we be human...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 1, 2022
This is a truth about you, You listen. I have nothing to say. But you listen. Wind from my mouth batters the shore of your being. Still you listen and listen. You hear and I am heard. I am present in your hearing. You listen. I...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 28, 2022
On his desk was a photo of the one he loved. Actually, it was a mirror.
by Warren Gaston | Jan 27, 2022
In sacred memory of the murdered millions International Holocaust Remembrance Day 1/27/2022 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, that...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 26, 2022
From: Hell Broke Loose: Poems on the Holocaust by Warren Gaston “There is nothing in the world for which a poet will give up writing, not even when he is a Jew and the language of his poems is German.” Paul Celan* (1920-1970) The mind within my fingers suffers, I...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 24, 2022
honoring the poet Paul Celan (1920-1970) “Sometimes this genius goes dark and sinks down into the bitter well of his heart.” Friedrich Holderlin A poet’s breath, first final, held, expelled, what grave gravity lured him...
