by Warren Gaston | Aug 17, 2022
Every circle begins, continues, & ends with an arc.
by Warren Gaston | Aug 14, 2022
8 – two spheres stacked, one of two imperial months, July, August, the first 7th and 8th months of the year. Each year towards summer’s end, month eight stirs my meditations as we approach month number nine, on our Gregorian calendar September – Sept – the...
by Warren Gaston | Aug 12, 2022
We are so tired, we historians, so tired, hired to sanitize dated data, flushed in amnesiac American light. Our popular books see shine, everywhere, everywhere glittering, the future, even the past. NOTE: Forgetting doesn’t work anymore, and moreover, worse than...
by Warren Gaston | Aug 10, 2022
Two cardinals, one red, one brown, gendered opposites, landed feet away on two thin branches of a spindly tree. They saw me, looked at each other, felt trembling, took off in flight. Was it fear, the urge for privacy, or the arboreal quake? ...
by Warren Gaston | Aug 9, 2022
A poem is not a decoration. not an aromatic candle, not a bauble or a trinket not an ornament for the tree, not a garland or a wreath. A poem is not décor, not a seascape over the couch, not a window curtain curtailing the view, nor a knickknack on a window sill. not...
