by Warren Gaston | May 1, 2023
We met as folded strangers letters addressed to each other’s names tightly enveloped eased open creased paper smoothed flat stories read then written on our unfolding lives
by Warren Gaston | Apr 28, 2023
The seagull was dying. The bird knew it. I knew it. I wondered if there was something I could do, some intervention I could place between the gull and death. The seagull was not considering repair. With open eyes, smooth feathers, tucked feet the bird watched what had...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 23, 2023
Celebrating Paul Cezanne (1839-1906) Cezanne, out with his easel near Aix-en-Provence, painted gravity with a light brush, coaxing round density out of apples, the angular geometry of men playing cards, mountain massiveness pitted against civilized sight. Sensation is...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 13, 2023
panta rhei In a day’s time, certainly in a week’s, neither I nor the mirror will remain the same. The mirror will not recognize me. No residual impression, no lasting elaborate smudge, no fascial echo, no reflexive wake. What was once Heraclitus is somewhat...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 10, 2023
E-stir – energy animates the inanimate, a stand against the renunciation of the body, a shout from the ghost ravaged grave. The corporeal scandalizes the corpse. _________________________________________________________________ What had been loosed from the folded...
