by Warren Gaston | Sep 22, 2022
One haiku moment on that pedestrian day, the sun and the sunflower dissolved into density: the universe a second before the Big Bang.
by Warren Gaston | Sep 9, 2022
Roiling, the Pacific laving the stone shore, the midnight moon slap dashed on waves, human voices out of mineral dark baths, naked, birth-ready, and reckless with hope’s question: Can the numinous, wrest from the grasping hands of gasping gods, be rediscovered in...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 8, 2022
Smarmy robots do not need solace. No need to be comforted. No grief, they gleam. A third of their time – plugged-in. Batteries do need to be recharged. Wired for warmth, a socket for a friend.
by Warren Gaston | Sep 4, 2022
The forest is on fire. We don’t care. Some care. Those with forest houses care. Most don’t, think they care, they must, who wouldn’t, the beauty, the deer, owls in the trees, brown bears lumbering along moss paths. Fish smile in streams. They laugh all wet and smug....
by Warren Gaston | Sep 2, 2022
There is no such thing as no such thing. If you can imagine such a thing there is such a thing, existing in your imagination.
