Words Conjured into Being: ode to bitter green things

ode to bitter green things by warren charles jones there was a time when i would wipe my mouth just to spit out the bitter green things   now i am not so vile   i would run a - Read more

Words Conjured into Being: revolutions

revolutions by warren jones a look an inertia wrecking ball a bit of breath escapes colder night than hell porch sitting brings friends and alphanumeric robotic yogis and i can’t imagine so i - Read more

Equals Two

Equals Two One plus one equals two ≰ Pi ≑ Physics ⟗ E = MC² ⦪ Calculus Is God in math? Everything we know about the universe Is explained through equations is math = to god? Are numbers, gods gift to - Read more

Words Conjured into Being: wood grain

wood grain by warren jones A base Strong Yet So easily chagrinned By a wanton earth By befuddled air By stuttered wind By irrational fire By abrasive water And by fluttering metal A trunk so sinewy That it - Read more

DDBA Seeks to Establish Art District Downtown

In an end of the year roundup, it’s time to tie up a few loose ends.  Today, we bring you a story from this past fall about potential downtown Davis redevelopment. When it comes to independent art in the - Read more

A reason for the Season

The holiday season is unique Lively living with lights and laughter Much to do about giving and love I must add for me it’s a banquet of life A celebration of family and friends Even strangers become a - Read more

Words Conjured into Being: revolutions of the mind

revolutions of the mind by warren jones   the age of information is getting very very old   the scene on the street and in the stores and in the schools and in the homes and in the fields and in the - Read more

Words Conjured into Being: the color of hope

the color of hope i am strengthened by this poor man’s science the fecundity of truth the sterility of greed replaced the opacity of hate besieged by translucent compassion i am climbing mountains in this - Read more

Trenches of truth

Trenches of truth Moonlight softens my face Reflecting in a puddle of tears Touching trembling trees I ramble, not alone, in a forest, now ravaged. Searching for a trench of truth Where are the scouts to lead - Read more

Words Conjured Into Being: wild fences & wishes

the last of the wild fences creeks overflowing with unconventional ideas about life and love and the nature of what can be achieved wild fire rages blown by the sneer and the salt and the dogged - Read more