by Warren Gaston | Dec 11, 2016
The dead are watching. They are listening. They are distraught, knowing what we don’t know and worse, don’t want to know. These subterraneans have learned so much about life from death, the brevity, the preciousness. They miss the earth, knowing now how much of earth...
by Warren Gaston | Dec 6, 2016
Wherever I go I’m always there, waiting for you with minutes to spare. I look in the mirror, it’s the same old face, I hope for another, but there’s never a trace. I didn’t believe it at first, it couldn’t be true, I thought for sure it was all about you. When you say...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 26, 2016
What’s the matter with poets? Do they think they have something to say? The arrogance, expecting me to waste my time deciphering some secret code of metaphor and rhyme. Who knows what poets mean, and on top of that, who cares? Definition of a poem: a rhetorical...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 9, 2016
Yesterday~ the future arrived a day early. Tomorrow~ the past will arrive a day late. Today~ I am in an untimely situation.
by Warren Gaston | Nov 6, 2016
chimneys in October make no secret of winter’s want of heat interiors cool to cold frigid walls frozen glass wind through window frames snow on the mansard roofs within buildings – combustion provocations of the bed couples spar and spark women blaze – men flare...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 20, 2016
Hidden by playground walls, fountains of laughter, floods of floral French, welling up, spilling out, over the cobbled streets, wails of glee from ahistorical progeny of Charlemagne, Robespierre, and Richelieu....
