by Warren Gaston | Nov 1, 2020
Some days you get up in the morning and forget quite why you are alive. It’s been raining all night. Rain falling still. The morning sky barely brighter than the night sky. Your slippers are wrong under the bed, right where left should be, left where right should be,...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 30, 2020
The first thing to note: this is a poem. Not an email to a friend about how you spent an afternoon. Not a travel brochure describing a mountain lake. Not an observation of boats moving back and forth. This is a poem, a complex of words to use as a lens to see an...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 26, 2020
Where are they going? These revelers floating on rectangles. These escapees from the jaded shore. These jolly mariners going to where they have already never been with people they have always never known. Cruising back and forth. Back and forth. The weaver party...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 25, 2020
Out the window of a bus I witness a small drama, a man and his mother sit at a sidewalk café. His eyes are smeared with tears and smoke. She crushes her burnt cigarette and gestures for her son to come closer. He scoots his chair toward her, leans in, drapes his arm...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 21, 2020
God was a long way gone. From earth. Picking up speed. Moving right along. Leaving. Behind. God was unfulfilled orbiting the sun. A change of scenery? Needed. Away awhile, there were physical things God missed. Humans barely noticed these...
