Poems
Original Poetry by Warren GastonUps & 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,...
Hawks & Humans
rocking horse-head well pumping grease leak slick stains gravel hawk hovers field high spotting mouse oil spoiled earth blood bone crap hawks & humans different takes different leaves 2016
I Made It Happen
I made it happen, I made it happen, again and again I made it happen, day after day I made it happen, I made it happen, I made it happen, over and over I made it happen, I made it happen, I made it happen, I showed up and made it happen, on Thursdays I made it happen,...
Crow
(see Surrealism under essays posted 2/8/16) On Tuesday while walking, I ran smack into the sky. Dazed. Bruised. Instantly my head filled, first with amazements, then amusements, then algorithms. Next, a cup of black coffee gave birth to a crow. “Pretty bird, pretty...
My Blue Shoes
Of the things males are given to make themselves men, shoes are important among them. Impressions - in snow, in mud, in the office floors above ground. Today at the gym I will wear blue shoes. When I was a boy men did not wear blue shoes; brown, black, tan, white,...
God’s Constancy
Of the qualities God must own, constancy would be one, maybe number one. We want a God to be yesterday, today, tomorrow, forever the same. Reliable dependability. Patterns of predictable behavior. No tolerance for variance. No changing the rules mid-game. What if the...
Body Language
When I wake in the morning the dictionary is awake in me, ready-at-hand to put me to use. I do not squirm into language like a tight shirt. I am language, nouns verbs modifiers. Language wears me, an elemental alphabet of possible worlds. I am a gerund, a noun made...
My Dangerous Life
I am persistently cautious. Safety first. I am seventy and still alive. This morning, for instance, I put both feet on the floor upon rising from bed. I slipped into my fire-retardant robe, sipped my coffee with attention to heat. played safe with choking hazards,...
December 31, 2015
The earth turns, the sun arcs west across sky, The moon dances a little in the dark among the black branches of an oak. The clouds blow wither they want, or so it seems, until the wind kisses your face cold and you remember the power of what you cannot see. We have...