by Warren Gaston | Apr 7, 2017
The future is hardly ahead. The future sneaks up from behind. The future is made of yesterdays. Unless you have had yesterdays you will have no tomorrows. If you are not attentive today, you could get a little behind on your future. Remember, the future is in arrears....
by Warren Gaston | Apr 5, 2017
Quickly this fledgling bird figured out life in a sky-sand-sea world, risked the first breakneck plunge toward waves, mastered the submerged reversal flip, drained salt water from its up-thrust fish-full beak. After that, the dive was a matter of course. Survival...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 3, 2017
Do echoes get tired of coming in second, of waiting to resound, of being last, always last, always last? I imagine not. not not never. Their essence is reverberation and rebound. Take that away from echoes and we would never hear John the Baptist’s righteous call...
by Warren Gaston | Mar 25, 2017
Who do you think you are, Ronald McDonald, a clown or a god? The boons you offer, burgers and fries, a heaven of convenience beneath golden arches, have lured me away from more difficult heavens, from the moral weed patch paradise with its tempting fruit and modest...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 20, 2017
I got up this morning and crawled out of bed, with unspoken words loose in my head. I languaged the cat who did not language back but gave me a look I deciphered as love. To my wife I languaged a word of affection, and she languaged me back with a word of correction....
by Warren Gaston | Feb 15, 2017
see the poem ‘Alfalfa’ published February 11, 2017. This poem is a trick, a deceit to lure one from the obvious to the obscure. The poem is not about alfalfa. It’s about language. It is not about alfalfa the grass. It is about alfalfa the word. More...
