by Warren Gaston | May 2, 2018
To the criminals who taught poetry in my high school and think they got away with murder, we know who you are. We have no DNA evidence. But we have photographic evidence of you at the crime scene, my high school yearbooks from 1957 to 1961. Don’t try deny it. You’re...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 24, 2018
The Loch Ness monster’s in my soup, how shall we ever find him? Beneath the waves of ‘O’s’ and ‘A’s,’ in pools afloat with ‘J’s’ and ‘K’s,’ the fiendish creature hides and plays. My spoon has scraped his boney back, I’ve tried to lure him with a snack but every time I...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 22, 2018
A poet thickens experience with words so a moment is captured in a concentrated form enabling others to experience that moment as well. ________________________________________________________________________ poet = an artist who uses words as a painter uses paint or...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 17, 2018
three moving on the mountain the man the bear the hawk the stride the lumber the soar
by Warren Gaston | Apr 14, 2018
In order to be described as either empty or full, a container must, of necessity, have limitations.
