by Warren Gaston | Jan 22, 2024
Wherever you find a taboo, you find fascination. Wherever you find fascination you find an exiled god. the ram’s horn blares “no” but anyway worshipers enter a collapsed temple disturbing foot- prints in ancestral...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 19, 2024
I. The world is thick with mystery. We pretend we comprehend. And we do. And we don’t. II. If you ask, what time is it, everyone knows how to answer. An analog clock, a digital watch, a cable tv box in the bedroom, a microwave or stove in the kitchen, all will tell...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 16, 2024
ONE Don’t be casual with a poem. If you want to know a poem, move in. TWO Don’t tell a poem what it says. Ask a poem what it is saying. THREE If the poet and the poem are both speaking, listen first to the poem, then the poet. FOUR The poem is not you. The...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 15, 2024
The cosmos shouts the great orgasmic “Let!” Let all be released. Let all be allowed. Let it begin. Let night be day. Let the nightingale sing the sunrise. Let the singer have a tree, a green branch in the sky. Let there be a flowing stream and a receiving pool. Let a...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 6, 2024
We want the freedom to confine ourselves in our personal penitentiaries of opinion.
by Warren Gaston | Jan 4, 2024
Houses have walls, roofs, and floors. Houses cover us from bad weather: from wind and rain from cold and snow, from sun and heat, But houses do not cover us from inner weather. When we walk in through the door, we bring our inner weather with us: irritations and...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 3, 2024
Our day star has chased the night stars away. I sip my first coffee. Caffeine rustles my senses, a bird sings in the pine tree. So much world I must choose to ignore to briefly maintain this pleasure.
by Warren Gaston | Dec 25, 2023
Holy wonder! The human enunciating mouth, these ancient echoes shaped by teeth, tongue, lips, letter by letter sounding syllables into words. Some letters hidden from sound but not sight, not mouthed. Quiescent. For example, the paradox of Silent Night Every letter in...
by Warren Gaston | Dec 22, 2023
There can be no category of nonbeing. Being is nothing until it is something.
by Warren Gaston | Dec 19, 2023
When writing of the third season of the year, why say autumn when we could say fall? Leaves fall, temperature falls a toddler falls with first steps, an old man falls taking his last, we all fall asleep at the end of a day, we fall in love, fall for a scheme, not to...
