Poems
Original Poetry by Warren GastonTruth Be Told
You’re not going to believe a word of this, not a word, although it’s true, sort of. I was told this by a friend who sometimes lies. We all lie a little, sometimes. We say what’s true is false. We say what’s false is true. Not always. Sometimes. Not a lie, exactly,...
Dancing Toward the Winter Moon
We have lived through many moons, quarter, half-moon, full moon, dark, month after month, season after season, years come and years gone, spilling and filling, over and again the cup of borrowed light that is our life, spiraling toward a final fullness, journey of...
Apology in a Grocery Store
Standing in an aisle of fruits and vegetables, past sacks of flour and rows of canned beans, bread loafs sheathed in plastic, potatoes and corn bagged in edible disguises, glistening pink salmon, scintillating trout, gray piled clams, blood red beef, pale pork, a...
Ups & Downs
On this particular day, I did what I do on other particular days, got up, washed up, ate up, cleaned up, hurried up, went downtown, sat down, got down to work, hunkered down, at the watercooler I was put down, felt let down I slowed down, left downtown, came home,...
Lactose Connections
Associative progression: A milkweed pod, a brown-eyed cow, the milky way.
Interspecies Joy
No actors. No bird songs, no squirrels, no lumbering groundhogs, no deer eyes soft among trees. Only things acted upon, rustling leaves, water dripping from a downspout, a shadow moving with the sun. The scene was fauna free. Then a house fly landed on my ankle,...
Suburban Motel
I look for you. I know you are dead but I look for you. An irrational act, but I look for you. Not in a city taking up space, you’ve timed out of space, but in a peripheral time, the suburb of memory where dead friends live. I remember them, at least try to, I offer...
Trust
Driving across a bridge, so much trust; unseen trusses, reasonable confidence, faith sufficient to take a risk, a chronicle of unfaltering achievement, or a night road, headlights coming no fear as you both steer clear, or when you want news to be true, without...
Laudable Unknowing.
There are things I know. There are things I don’t know. There are things I know I don’t know. There are things I don’t know I don’t know. Then there are things I can’t know. Those are fundamental things, the bedrock of all knowing. You can’t know them either. That is...