by Warren Gaston | Apr 10, 2020
There’s nobody here At the bar at the church The fire’s gone out The drinks are on the house, Literally – on the house Blood sticky slick Light through window grime Holy books printed on flypaper, On masking tape, On cinder blocks.. People are talking. Are you...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 9, 2020
A rain gloom April day. Not taking the weather as seriously as I do, a bird child hops in puddles on the patio.
by Warren Gaston | Apr 4, 2020
The man in the red hat is small, he is tiny and fragile and frail. He is very large, a Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade inflated balloon, a t.v. cartoon a chest full of helium swell, a bloated and bragging, bloviating shell, hair sculpted with self-aggrandizing jell, ears...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 1, 2020
I stand between my shadow and the sun. My shadow moves. I know I am alive. Or the sun is alive. Or both.
by Warren Gaston | Mar 28, 2020
—–If you do something, something will happen. —–If you do nothing, something will still happen. Therefore, whether, you do something or do nothing, anything could happen. Can doing be over done? Can doing be under done? Too much – –...
