by Warren Gaston | Aug 2, 2020
Below you will find comprehensive knowledge listed in precise categories: Things easily understood Things understood but not correctly Things assumed but not investigated Things known to squirrels but not deer Things known to birds but not fish Things you were told...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 31, 2020
Dreaming through the air in a Gary-Powers glide over the bruised bully mother bear heavy with sobs & songs, centuries of weary care. Falling into the brown forests of her hair arms flung open, claws retracted, greeting with a red mouth full of teeth & poems....
by Warren Gaston | Jul 29, 2020
When I read a great poem, I hear a chisel hammered against stone. When writing a poem, I am careful not to let the chisel slip. I constantly blow marble dust away.
by Warren Gaston | Jul 29, 2020
Squirrels worked their merry chases. Now they are weary and out of sight. Birds have silenced their songs. Cricket drone surreptitiously. Distant traffic. A plane grinds its way through thickening night, appearing and disappearing as trees offer space between...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 27, 2020
Don’t tell me to be quiet. Tell my mouth to swallow exclamations, if you want. Tell my throat to trap nouns in my larynx , if you must. Tell my tongue to squelch verbs at the lip. You know you want too. See where it gets you. These linguistic provocateurs do not obey...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 25, 2020
A smart person knows what they know. A wise person knows what they know, but also knows what they don’t know. A smart person knows the right answers. A wise person knows the right questions. A person who gives questions for answers is a contestant on...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 21, 2020
There are churches where the Holy Spirit sleeps in a vase waiting for flowers. The bells don’t arouse him, neither the fusty hymns nor the sexless sermons nor pious feet shuffling toward the meal of bread. But when a bride comes before her nuptials, tickling him...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 18, 2020
I am at the beach. The sun is going down. Crimson fills the sky. A man comes up and asks me to leave. Is this your private beach, I ask? No, it’s public, he answers. Is this your private sunset, I ask? No, it’s public, he answers. Then what’s the problem, I ask? There...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 17, 2020
The elephant is reprehensibly couth, he eats what he knows with his nose and his mouth. You would never guess his delightful pursuit, because of his ponderous gray flannel suit, which gives the impression despite his great size, he’s more a businessman in a...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 15, 2020
At my window seat in an airliner high over what I supposed was Nevada I look out at the left wing pointing in the direction I assumed to be south. On the wing I see rows of rivets attaching silver skin to ribs and spars by workers I preferred to imagine were...
