by Warren Gaston | Jan 6, 2025
Typing hours I relax my hands arms dangling fingers spread beside the chair I feel the cat’s rough nose rubbed in my palm. How did she know, after hours of artifice, my hand needed animal attention?...
by Warren Gaston | Dec 27, 2024
Celebrating Paul Cezanne (1839-1906) Cezanne, out with his easel near Aix-en-Provence, painted gravity with a light brush, coaxing round density out of apples, the angular geometry of men playing cards, mountain massiveness against civilized sight. Sensation is our...
by Warren Gaston | Dec 25, 2024
It is blue. It is green, not pearl white, not golden, and infinitely brief. 2000
by Warren Gaston | Dec 23, 2024
I am looking at a photograph from World War II. A soldier stands alone facing north toward China. His left foot rests on a football as if he had just stopped its bouncing and his hat is cockeyed as if he had just slapped it on. He appears at the right edge of the...
by Warren Gaston | Dec 18, 2024
I want to celebrate the talent of teeth, the bite, the grind, the tear, the chew, something my gums alone couldn’t do. Mexican street corn is best. I pop in the fire flavored kernels one by one in homage to my teeth. My jaws crush the tough roasted kernels,...
