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...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 19, 2021
You know the rules. I say to you. We are not supposed to think certain thoughts. Or if we think them, we have a social obligation to remain silent. Which thoughts, you ask. You know the ones, I answer. Did you hear that? No! That’s one of...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 6, 2021
We are all born dying. New born or centenarian, the clock ticks, the clock ticks. Eventually, eventuality kicks in. The healthy become dead as do the sick.\ The ratio of death to life is one to one. Death is the natural outcome of birth. It’s just a matter of time....
by Warren Gaston | Mar 24, 2021
I. Water, envious of the cold stone bridge, longs to become solid. II. Flowing under the cold stone bridge, water freezes to slick silver. Looking down, I see the fallen moon. III. Burbling under the cold stone bridge – water – almost ice, seeks to become...
by Warren Gaston | Mar 22, 2021
hard power engines hot tail pipes, dark tires, defensive bumpers. children, not to be had, dart edgeless through light, invisibly silent lost in the sum. a crossing guard, orange vest & gloves, a warning, not much, a gesture thrown against losses. 1972 Elgin,...
