by Warren Gaston | Oct 19, 2018
Poetry is . . . an odd look at an ordinary sight with ordinary words used oddly to describe it.
by Warren Gaston | Oct 15, 2018
Improvisation, a trio of oak trees, jamming off-beat- in the offing season arrhythmic syn co pa tion syn co pa tion random patterns, dropt acorns on the woodpile, on the rock pile, on the gas grill, snared on grass, a...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 12, 2018
stone dropt! in water water always courteous clears out of stone’s way then sensing void water rushes back
by Warren Gaston | Oct 10, 2018
Between backyards, pine trees shelter deer wandering wedged in a fenced forest. I also wander wedged in a construct of ideas, the invisible walls of my bordered world. ______________________________________________________________ This afternoon I looked out my...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 6, 2018
This day, frail dust, bright with all the suns we have harvested, ground into flour, baked into daily bread, devoured. This is it, frail dust, today last chance, to absorb the happenstance of light, how it dances on the sill beneath streaked glass, how it lives brown...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 5, 2018
I received mild pushback on the word euphonious used in the tooth fairy poem posted yesterday. Euphonious is a word seldom used in ordinary speech. Never used might not overstate the case. The Greeks gave us this word for ‘good sound’ that actually sounds beautiful....
by Warren Gaston | Oct 4, 2018
If you want easy money, lose teeth. That’s what the myth of the tooth fairy seemed to be saying to six year old me. Was this a tale told to children to make the first signs of aging more palatable, the initial loss in a life history of losses, the first chapter in the...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 27, 2018
The second trio is the Hiromi – The Trio Project led by the Japanese firecracker pianist/keyboardist Hiromi Uehara. Playing with her is the Sriracha hot percussionist Simon Philips and the brilliantly steady bass guitarist Anthony Jackson. Hiromi wrings...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 26, 2018
Hear this, ye smashers of idols, defacers of icons, mutilating vandals, warring against the still present paradoxically human polyvalent past. Thugs at the palm cool oasis, can you not honor these vibrant ancient people at work and play in the glory of Palmyra,...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 23, 2018
Late the other night, too early to sleep but not too early to be sleepy I GOOGLED Wayne Shorter and unwired a web world of jazz. Shorter’s blowy throaty saxophone to be sure, but nothing short of much more. The ‘more’ included two groups new to me;...
