by Warren Gaston | Jan 23, 2022
May we move out of the room we have inhabited, the comfortable room of our confinement, a room with one door and many mirrors, into a hallway with one mirror and many doors.
by Warren Gaston | Jan 20, 2022
This day, stone cold, slog gray, the world slumps toward lethargy. Yet with effort, tanks, arrived by train, mass on the borders of Ukraine.
by Warren Gaston | Jan 19, 2022
green trees now snow fleshed white bone ghost giants
by Warren Gaston | Jan 19, 2022
This poem is an attempt to understand the dynamics of language, spoken or written. Are words boxes of information to make and transfer meaning from one mind to another? The answer is Yes. But are words more than that? The answer is Yes. Words engage not only the mind...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 18, 2022
Can we experience texture from text? First, Helen Keller famously touched tactility, cool, viscous slippering flow, next, Anne Sullivan pressed into Helen’s palm the abstract signifier: w-a-t-e-r, cuneiform, a proxy for the real. Texture before text. Can the...
