Poems
Original Poetry by Warren GastonThe Door
In the whole history of doors, has there ever been one that has never been opened and always been closed? If a door is fixed, is it broken? A door can serve as a provisional wall. A wall cannot serve as a provisional door. I have a photograph of a door hanging on my...
It’s Always Something
Wednesday, February 19, 2020 It’s always something. Australia is burning. Cities in China are in lockdown in the interest of global health. The president of the United States of America has been legally impeached for being morally impaired, Ten million Americans are...
Articulate Age
How do I grow old while remaining articulate? My blood wants to know. My cilia. My frontal lobe. Also my bones. Also my pen. I want to be literate and literally alive. As an infant I had no words for the festival of occurrences, all the comforts and disturbances...
The Dangerous Book
I am reading a book full of triggers, of blasting caps, of rabbit snares, baited traps set to spring, of lasers and razors, of Samurai swords, a scimitar, a spear, surgeon’s scalpels, a butcher’s knife, a hunting knife, daggers and switchblades. Are there cameras...
I Needed to Write a Poem
I needed to write a poem about trouble in the world. But then some sent me an email signed with a smiley face. I needed to write a poem about trouble in the world. But then a joke was posted on my Facebook page. I needed to write a poem about trouble in the world. But...
Reality! Really?
“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.” ― Albert Einstein We sky crawl wanting to land, to break the bonds of soaring, to be grounded, rooted in rock, anchored in the sea of wavering facts, to see reality for what it is, malleable, mostly an...
The Tour Guide – Istanbul
Geworfenheit (G) = throwness Our tour guide announced his religion; “I am a Muslim,” he said. “I am a Muslim because I was born in Istanbul. If I had been born in Rome I would be a Catholic. If I had been born in New Delhi I would be a Hindu. If I had been born...
Right & Wrong
There are two forms of immorality: active and passive. Doing something known to be wrong is immoral. Not doing something known to be right is also immoral.
The Peaceable Kingdom
A woman lies on a poolside chaise lounge twenty short feet from Tampa Bay. The sun casts soft shadows on her white skin, one of the many delicate yet grievous wounds caused by life in an intensely physical world, wind storms, swells of summer heat, collapsing stars,...