by Warren Gaston | Apr 1, 2022
We are snow, women and men, made of water fallen from high through weak sun and cold sky. Vegetation forms facial features, sticks for arms, ice for bones, dense carbon forms an eye. The earth turns and tilts, turns and tilts. The turn gives us a day. The tilt carries...
by Warren Gaston | Mar 27, 2022
I know little about cards or their games, how to shuffle a deck in preparation for play, preventing prearrangements, aka cheating. The cards in a muddled mess, just like life. The game won or lost fairly, just like life. I once called a 4 of clubs a 4 of clovers....
by Warren Gaston | Mar 27, 2022
Poetry removes the Do Not Disturb sign from the door of our imagination.
by Warren Gaston | Mar 25, 2022
There’s a war raging in the Ukraine and I, enjoying the safety of my tomato soup lunch, notice the odd shape of a seldom used spoon, the bowl narrower and deeper than other spoons annoys my lips as it reaches and rests on my tongue. Embarrassing. What kind of man...
by Warren Gaston | Mar 23, 2022
Sitting on the beach just ahead of my wife and me, a young mother organizes her breasts for nursing. In a carrier, a baby, all mouth and appetite, waits wailing for the guarded ritual of release and relief, when the secreted nipple, heavy with milk, appears,, like our...
