by Warren Gaston | Jul 20, 2019
Six months ago it was cold where I now sit, it was cold, and water fell as flakes of snow. Now it is warm, and yesterday’s rain gathered in garden pots and puddles. Six months from now, water will fall as snow and I will not be sitting where I am sitting now....
by Warren Gaston | Jul 11, 2019
Tonight the bright moon assures us, The sun has not abandoned earth. The sun is hiding in earth’s shadow.
by Warren Gaston | Jul 5, 2019
The force of vast silence, long drawn over time, roughs the red rock smooth wakes hoodoos from geologic dreams. A choir of standing stones, outstanding from the cliff sings abrasive anthems to the sculpting wind. The old ones whose skins have fallen human shaped from...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 2, 2019
I used to believe in God on Sunday mornings, Wednesday evenings, and Saturday afternoons. Now I believe when a rare wind blows a song through the flute of a terrestrial heaven, and I recognize the tune before I know the source.
by Warren Gaston | Jun 27, 2019
hot humid evening plump mosquito lands on arm blood suck splattered skin
by Warren Gaston | Jun 25, 2019
Dear mother and father, dear mole burrowing through the yard, dear robin singing in the cottonwood tree, dear cottonwood fluff drifting through calm, dear possum living in the woodpile, dear ants climbing the rose trellis and ants mounding miniature mountains, maybe...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 20, 2019
farther back in time the beginning of my life long memory trail ________________________ Japanese haiku are like being in the ring with Mohammed Ali. They punch once but once is enough. You know you’ve been hit, not knocked out, but knocked into a new...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 1, 2019
sky velocity burn night stone slamming into friction you are committed to blaze . . . you are consumed by your commitment . . . you do not require a next world . . . this one, the one that consumes you, is enough. ...
by Warren Gaston | May 25, 2019
A short list of people who were never born, not conceived, not a gleam in anyone’s eye, until now, not even fictional. Romulus Baird Laurel Frankenstar Bertram Bacardus Willy Sengar Marie Zamora Ivor Pollingham Missy Darman Hans Harlow Renee Tussore Trent...
by Warren Gaston | May 21, 2019
looking up my eyes thicken with light the light thickens to sky the sky thickens to black wings arcing black wings thicken to a noun the noun thickens into the word b i r d the word dissolves into movement a black streak across the sky...
