by Warren Gaston | Jan 31, 2020
Now that I no longer believe in God, it has become easier for me to pray. I have no expectations of an answer and therefore have no need to modulate my disappointments, no need to let an impotent deity off the hook. I am left with pure burning and nothing more,...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 30, 2020
Removing the last slice of bread from the wrapper, I think of laying waste, the throw-away world we toss each day, or, out of guilt and the instinct to survive, we sometimes save. The logo printed wrapper, the loaf enshrouding sleeve, would, I brilliantly surmise,...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 27, 2020
We came from a star that didn’t care and we shall return to careless stardust once again. In the meantime, the difference between us and our source is that we care. We have benefited from both fear and want, the twin mothers of attention, therefore we care. ...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 24, 2020
Sitting in the Public Library of Manhattan Beach, California several miles south of L.A., I glance up from a biography of Susan Sontag and see out the windows the repetitive Pacific two blocks away. Surfers in seal suits rest among swells , wait upon waves, alert to...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 22, 2020
How many words can I learn before dying, words right for an articulate old age? My brain wants to know. My muscles want to know. Also my bones. Also my paper and pen. I want to live – literally. I was deprived of an articulate beginning. As an infant I had no words to...
