Poems
Original Poetry by Warren GastonSilence
I have heard no silence in years, not true silence, not the velvet black silk worn by night asleep in the mountains, not the soft silver song of singing stars. My bloodhound ears search for silence. I pick up the scent of an audio graffiti artist who commits acoustic...
Death Runs in the Family
My father died, and his father died, and my great grandfather died, and his father died, and my mothers back in time died all the same. Death runs in our family, an inevitable, predictable certainty, a matter of fact. And yet, in this evitable moment, age seventy, I...
Poetry Breaks Things
A bad poem repairs things. A good poem breaks things. A great poem breaks great things. 2009