by Warren Gaston | May 24, 2021
poetry is a small door into the vast world
by Warren Gaston | May 7, 2021
Our kitten has very personal opinions. It wants to be here. It wants to be there. Why? Nobody knows. Least of all the kitten. Climbing on me at this moment is an especially personal choice. No permission asked. Yet permission granted. What desire seeks satisfaction?...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 30, 2021
What does a mirror reflect when placed before another mirror, itself or the other? What do you see when you look out at the world, the world or your reflection? w
by Warren Gaston | Apr 28, 2021
Our electric sweeper commits unnatural acts, creating what nature abhors, absolute emptiness. Switched on, absence happens, a whirr of depletion, a surfeit of vacancy. Air rushes out. Dirtdust rushes in. Fillfulment. That’s why I bought it. It...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 25, 2021
Autonomic Stepping into my doctor’s office, a masked woman points a gun at my head, pulls the trigger, reads the digits of my human form of fire. I pass. The right range, to a degree. Too hot, my skin would liquify. Too cold, my blood would congeal. The genius of...
