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...
by Warren Gaston | Mar 13, 2022
My friend told me she sobs watching the 6:30 news. From this I learned I am a man. I do not sob. A tank crushes an old man in a car. I do not sob. Bombs blast against babies. I do not sob. Millions flee home. I do not sob. A family dies on a street before cameras. I...
