by Warren Gaston | Dec 9, 2024
after reading Japanese death poems I am against death, not dying, exactly, but death, the way we do it. We don’t do death, death does us. Death is not a temporary inconvenience, certainly not for the deceased. When it’s over, mourners want to get in the...
by Warren Gaston | Dec 3, 2024
A ghost of dead Romans. A strange tree flowers and is cut down. Straight sidewalks, ancient dust. A bell rings and stops ringing. Drums resist being beaten but are beat anyway. The sticks rape the flesh of the drums. An old rabbi begins to grasp what is happening. The...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 30, 2024
A man sinks beneath the water immersed in useless oxygen, and the fish flops on the beach, surrounded by wasted air. Death to the man is life to the fish and life to the man is death to the fish. Yet, each are elemental breathers, distilling oxygen from water,,...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 28, 2024
the whole world the hole whirled toward reversals a retreat a rally, a sally a recoiling finale
by Warren Gaston | Nov 23, 2024
I am looking for a word that speaks what cannot be spoken.
