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...
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.
