by Warren Gaston | Feb 25, 2020
There are two forms of immorality: active and passive. Doing something known to be wrong is immoral. Not doing something known to be right is also immoral.
by Warren Gaston | Feb 22, 2020
A woman lies on a poolside chaise lounge twenty short feet from Tampa Bay. The sun casts soft shadows on her white skin, one of the many delicate yet grievous wounds caused by life in an intensely physical world, wind storms, swells of summer heat, collapsing stars,...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 21, 2020
It has never happened before and will never happen again. Only yesterday: 2/20/2020 C.E. In the chronicled history of the world, past and future, back and forth, only yesterday, 3 zeroes and 4 twos.
by Warren Gaston | Feb 19, 2020
Everywhere in the house, the announcement of time, time on the microwave, time on the kitchen stove, time on the landline, the cell phone, the cable box, my laptop, all at 11:01 a.m. Only the coffeemaker is bold enough to stand out uniquely at 11:03. I retrace my...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 17, 2020
“Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 18:3 (RSV) To be born is hard and to be hard born is to be thrown into a hardening world. All is congealing, little flex, less flow, the...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 15, 2020
We take our clothes off; pants, shirt, shoes, socks, night clothes in the morning, day clothes at night. Undressing mid-day occurs in a doctor’s offices, cheap motels, or in gymnasiums after work before going home to the day’s last dishabille. We put on our pants on...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 11, 2020
If poetry was written to be merely sensible, a poem would be flat, tasteless, insipid, banal, one-dimensional, and indefensible.
by Warren Gaston | Feb 10, 2020
I have written a poem in Polish, a language I neither speak, read, nor understand. I was going to post the poem here on Poetry Breaks Things, but not knowing what I said, I hesitated. Just because the message was unknown to me was no reason to believe it was unknown...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 8, 2020
I knew God was lost when divinity congealed into a proper noun, the day God was named and numbered – ONE, the day God stepped into a quicksand bog of definitions, the day God could not help but do irrefutable good, the day God retreated far from the edges, the...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 5, 2020
“Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Emptiness is not separate from form, form is not separate from emptiness. Whatever is form is emptiness, whatever is emptiness is form.” The Heart Sutra A Buddhist Text A cargo ship arrives in port, laden with goods from the...
