by Warren Gaston | Feb 18, 2019
The distinctive thing about Swiss cheese, the gorgeous holes, the gas fermenting bubbles leaving hollows, shaped emptiness. Some lacy. Some perfect spheres. Some amoeba-like, amorphous. Swiss cheese, notable for what is not there. Yet we buy it not for nothing but...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 17, 2019
I’ve never liked meringue. Always have. The way it stiffens being whipped, lingers on the lip like a fish hook, exotically sweet like India in 1930’s romantic movies, the sari draped girl wearing dark eyes, and her young lover, a raj or something, wearing a jeweled...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 14, 2019
Out the window of a bus, a small human drama, a man and his mother sit at a sidewalk café. His eyes are smeared with tears and smoke. She crushes out her cigarette and gestures for him to move closer. He scoots his chair to hers, drapes his arms around her scarf...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 13, 2019
There are not that many unlike things scattered about the universe and one of them is iron, scooped up by the Rover, in the crust of Mars. Who would have expected to discover this common earth thing there, in that distant world which I assumed would be much stranger...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 12, 2019
I am reading Homer on the Fort DeSoto Beach in St. Petersburg, Florida. Actually a book about Homer: Why Homer Matters by Adam Nicolson. (Picador/2014) A rich read making The Iliad and The Odyssey even more beautifully terrifying. It is a perfect beach book. The...
