by Warren Gaston | Sep 24, 2019
I have wonderful friends who suggest good things for me to do. They say, there’s a movie you should see. I probably should. But I probably won’t. They say, there’s a restaurant you should try. I probably should. But I probably won’t. They say, I’ve read a book. You...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 18, 2019
A man staggered drunk on opulence, covered in dust – gold sham. He was very poor and owned nothing but toys. A double fabricator, he made fake counterfeits which people loved – unreal. Raised in a house of mirrors, he saw little but himself, which rendered...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 16, 2019
When reading a poem, the first thing that comes to mind is the obvious. This poem is obviously about two persons walking through trees. One ducks under a fallen tree trunk, straightens up too soon, and bangs his balding head. A quick vignette. A slight...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 14, 2019
We were walking through a forest. You ducked under the trunk of a fallen tree. You came up too soon. You whacked your head. A bloody cut where hair used to be. I should have stayed low longer, you said. I should have stayed low. ...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 13, 2019
In my garden among trees looking up, I see leaves searching for sun, brown boughs bending toward light intelligent oak.
