by Warren Gaston | Mar 12, 2022
Yesterday I was in my favorite bookstore, Half Price Books looking shelf by shelf at the poetry section hoping something new had come in since my last visit. My eyes landed on a hard bound book, Contemporary Kazakh Literature: Poetry commissioned by the Ministry of...
by Warren Gaston | Mar 10, 2022
A world speedy soft the roar of clicks and jets all getting the job done going places filling spaces going going gong
by Warren Gaston | Mar 7, 2022
The garden is full of blossoms. The garden is full of stems. We do not go to the garden to see stems. We go to garden to see floral genitals. lovely in color, shape, and fragrance. Now you may be offended, (if your lucky, only slightly) by my use of the word genitals....
by Warren Gaston | Mar 5, 2022
History is the future looking over its shoulder.
by Warren Gaston | Feb 27, 2022
Sometimes war is a heavily armed soldier and a woman in a winter coat standing six feet apart. The soldier has an AK-74 and the woman has her voice. And a raging imagination. She asks questions he can’t answer, He gives answers that are not his. On one thing...
