by Warren Gaston | Dec 22, 2022
On this particular day, I did what I do on other particular days, got up, washed up, ate up, cleaned up, hurried up, went downtown, sat down, got down to work, hunkered down, at the watercooler I was put down, felt let down I slowed down, left downtown, came home,...
by Warren Gaston | Dec 5, 2022
Associative progression: A milkweed pod, a brown-eyed cow, the milky way.
by Warren Gaston | Nov 30, 2022
No actors. No bird songs, no squirrels, no lumbering groundhogs, no deer eyes soft among trees. Only things acted upon, rustling leaves, water dripping from a downspout, a shadow moving with the sun. The scene was fauna free. Then a house fly landed on my ankle,...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 28, 2022
I look for you. I know you are dead but I look for you. An irrational act, but I look for you. Not in a city taking up space, you’ve timed out of space, but in a peripheral time, the suburb of memory where dead friends live. I remember them, at least try to, I offer...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 23, 2022
Driving across a bridge, so much trust; unseen trusses, reasonable confidence, faith sufficient to take a risk, a chronicle of unfaltering achievement, or a night road, headlights coming no fear as you both steer clear, or when you want news to be true, without...
