by Warren Gaston | Jan 9, 2020
I get up in the morning, get dressed, get in the car, get a drive-thru breakfast, get gas, get on the freeway, get to my exit ramp, get to the office, get the car parked, get out of the car. It is raining. I get wet. I get inside. I get dried off, get coffee, get down...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 7, 2020
I will matriculate in a school of material teachers that I might know the polysaccharide love of a tree, or the solid mineral experience of iron. If I could rest in the presence of a rock that has done nothing in a thousand years but sit in utter satisfaction on the...
by Warren Gaston | Dec 14, 2019
I want to outlive the need for accomplishment and let the Being of the world accomplish me. ______________________________________________________________ accomplish: L. complete, finish, fill up, plenty
by Warren Gaston | Dec 8, 2019
As I lay dying, it will not be God’s voice I hear but my own voice asking questions. God will be listening, curious to know if I will ask myself hard questions. More curious still, both of us will wonder what hard questions I will ask God. ...
by Warren Gaston | Dec 3, 2019
And I, sitting in my car in the parking lot, wonder what went wrong. The heavy history of their years finally catching up? Looking at the unoccupied blue Ford Escape next to me, I imagine them now on a love seat in a counselor’s office, a short length of opposition ...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 30, 2019
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 Stille Nacht was not sung beneath the chimneys of Auschwitz, that the beech trees of Buchenwald...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 23, 2019
Eating at the Cederholm Roadside Café I wonder whose mouth this fork last visited, whose coffee this spoon has recently stirred. Beyond whose teeth did this fork unburden its salad cargo of vegetal nutrition, on whose tongue did it rest for the pleasure of taste...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 18, 2019
Is time really running out? Or is time running in? Am I not accumulating time over decades, over years? Am I not adding a higher number to each passing year? Am I not storing time as memory events in an unsafety deposit box called the mind. As long there is motion, as...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 12, 2019
“Teach us to sit still.” T. S. Eliot Ash Wednesday The best knowledge I have leads me to what I do not know but can learn. Beyond what I have learned to know, is an eruption of astonishing wonder which can be felt in the heart, but not known or understood...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 8, 2019
I am writing a poem trying not to be clever. Can I do it, maybe not, but never say never. I will be parsimonious with multi-syllabic words like nevertheless and whatsoever. Also I will not use short single syllable words like shit or turds, not because they are long...
