by Warren Gaston | Jun 22, 2018
In Memory of George Reash So this is what it comes down to, after a long life friendship, our final offerings of affection, strong hugs as you befriend mystery. Now your body turns away from what it knows toward the unfathomable we can never know but simply trust with...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 7, 2018
I admire your synchronized angular effort to make your way not very far into the world. Your forefeet and back feet attach, release, push and pull your immense will up the north slope of my sleeve. Your pale green florescent torso contracts to launch your hind half...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 6, 2018
Mosquito, what interest do you have in me, a reader of poems in my garden chair, my coffee cup, my pen, my blue marker. There’s nothing here for you and nothing in these sanguine words so edifying for me. Go join the bee buzzing at the bloom, hover with the...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 3, 2018
My standing in the world suggests secret rivers, red arteries – blue veins, are cascading over bones.
by Warren Gaston | May 30, 2018
Clouds fill with gray rain. Hawks wheel over fields. Roses bud on thorny stems. In this beautiful world I am happy. In this beautiful world I am sad.
