by Warren Gaston | Sep 27, 2019
In regard to subject matter, poets should limit themselves to everything.
by Warren Gaston | Sep 24, 2019
I have wonderful friends who suggest good things for me to do. They say, there’s a movie you should see. I probably should. But I probably won’t. They say, there’s a restaurant you should try. I probably should. But I probably won’t. They say, I’ve read a book. You...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 18, 2019
A man staggered drunk on opulence, covered in dust – gold sham. He was very poor and owned nothing but toys. A double fabricator, he made fake counterfeits which people loved – unreal. Raised in a house of mirrors, he saw little but himself, which rendered...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 16, 2019
When reading a poem, the first thing that comes to mind is the obvious. This poem is obviously about two persons walking through trees. One ducks under a fallen tree trunk, straightens up too soon, and bangs his balding head. A quick vignette. A slight...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 14, 2019
We were walking through a forest. You ducked under the trunk of a fallen tree. You came up too soon. You whacked your head. A bloody cut where hair used to be. I should have stayed low longer, you said. I should have stayed low. ...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 13, 2019
In my garden among trees looking up, I see leaves searching for sun, brown boughs bending toward light intelligent oak.
by Warren Gaston | Sep 11, 2019
The first function of poetry is to reveal an experience of the world through the language of experience.
by Warren Gaston | Sep 8, 2019
for Katherine Walking at Sandy Ridge Pond, joe-pye and rag weed stiff against summer’s last breeze, cattails and egrets and geese, a line of dead wood trees, a standing scrawl of calligraphy, turtles, bodies sunk in muck, thrust green necks forward, ignoring danger,...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 6, 2019
Resist with all your might the temptation to know the unknown. It cannot be done and should not be attempted. Know all the facts you need to know. Facts are useful. The unknown is not useful, it is absolutely essential. The unknown is the boundary against which we...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 3, 2019
At night after the crickets, after the last birds, silence and darkness creep from lilac boughs. In the still dark, the lilac scent remains.
