by Warren Gaston | Nov 7, 2018
I wanted to hang out with the greats, the shakers, the breakers, the ones who would beat me toward better; So I called L. Beethoven, but he was occupied writing sounds he heard we couldn’t hear, So I called van Gogh, but he warned me saying if I got too close I would...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 5, 2018
Do not spend time looking in the gospels for what Jesus taught that you agree with already. Find something Jesus said that you find disagreeable and spend time working on that. _______________________________________________________________ hint: Matthew 5:44,...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 2, 2018
There are only jailors or inmates. Most of us are both and few of us are neither. 8/12/98
by Warren Gaston | Nov 1, 2018
I am conducting an experiment in definitive vagueness. So far I have learned much that is unclear. Now I am studying things so imprecise they can only be measured by imagination. In the process I have discovered numerous things that are clearly ambiguous. All this has...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 30, 2018
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 water – frozen, the air – frozen, nitrogen, hydrogen, oxygen icy to the touch. Ideas, once fluid, are steel, cold ruby rivers...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 26, 2018
Some poems say nothing comprehensible at all and the poet is exactly right to direct us to this vacancy. Is this the vacuum nature abhors or is it something – this emptiness, a void not to be avoided? Is nothing a gift, something in and of itself, an opening – a...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 24, 2018
Genesis I saw my father’s house in the country, Adams County, Ohio. He was born there in his parents’ bed after the harvest. written in 1973 _________________________________________________________________________ Today is my father Rev. Fred Taylor...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 23, 2018
In a room of pregnant women, I want to shout warning, words of preparation for those soon to be born. This is what awaits you, this if you’re lucky, peace on the surface, but down deep, confusion and chaos. You will carve choice after choice out of ice and wood,...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 22, 2018
There is the damage that needs to be fixed and the unintended damage caused by the fixes.
by Warren Gaston | Oct 20, 2018
Writing poetry is digging a hole in the ocean, shovelful by shovelful, word by word. ____________________________________________________________ Digging a hole in the ocean with a shovel is impossible. I know. I tried it as a kid on the beach at Montauk Point, Long...
