by Warren Gaston | Oct 13, 2017
A Prose Poem The devil is exhausted. He works hard. Mostly mental, but it is still hard work. He must produce new and more alluring temptations each and every day. He tests them out on his underlings. Some are tossed as ineffective and irreparable . Most are good...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 12, 2017
A Prose Poem What can we believe anymore and how and why? A fictive mind has been caught in bed with the wife of facts. Each day at 5 p.m. children are marched before the newsroom cameras into the public eye. Can we tell whose child is whose? Which child is...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 8, 2017
The essence of a water pitcher is in the juxtaposition of what is and isn’t there.
by Warren Gaston | Oct 3, 2017
Guns just want to be shot. They doze in the gun safe, fidget in the night stand, squirm in the glove compartment, are restless under the driver’s seat. The loaded pistol under the pillow whispers to the sleeping mind above, “I think I hear a burglar in the...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 1, 2017
On Saturday, September 30 the Lorain County Public Library System offered a writers conference at the North Ridgeville branch. I attended along with about eighty other local writers gathered to learn the strategies for getting published. The speaker was Chuck...
