by Warren Gaston | Jun 5, 2024
Careless flare, what wit makes you blue in your atomic wakefulness, your life-bestowing anger, your seething heat and light? Is it me that saddens? Is it all of us? Is it the calamity of prioritizing convenience we have foisted on the world you burn alive. All day...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 3, 2024
Poetry- verbal visceral memory reflected
by Warren Gaston | May 29, 2024
When something he wanted to happen didn’t happen, he was not disappointed. When something he didn’t want to happen happened, he was not angered. When something he wanted to happen happened. he was not gleeful. Zeno the Stoic taught us to lead a well-tempered life....
by Warren Gaston | May 26, 2024
At first I didn’t think about the last, first things were always first. The last could wait. Firsts would never last. Ironically, first things became the last first things, first words, first steps, first dance, first kiss. As Heraclitus taught us, your first step...
by Warren Gaston | May 22, 2024
To be sheltered among echoes and mirrors, that’s what the candidate wanted, no hard shiny surface silent, reflected image, resounded voice. In the crowd, the politics of duplication, every thought identical, the governance of mimocracy. Does the candidate imitate the...
