by Warren Gaston | Jul 2, 2019
I used to believe in God on Sunday mornings, Wednesday evenings, and Saturday afternoons. Now I believe when a rare wind blows a song through the flute of a terrestrial heaven, and I recognize the tune before I know the source.
by Warren Gaston | Jun 27, 2019
hot humid evening plump mosquito lands on arm blood suck splattered skin
by Warren Gaston | Jun 25, 2019
Dear mother and father, dear mole burrowing through the yard, dear robin singing in the cottonwood tree, dear cottonwood fluff drifting through calm, dear possum living in the woodpile, dear ants climbing the rose trellis and ants mounding miniature mountains, maybe...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 20, 2019
farther back in time the beginning of my life long memory trail ________________________ Japanese haiku are like being in the ring with Mohammed Ali. They punch once but once is enough. You know you’ve been hit, not knocked out, but knocked into a new...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 1, 2019
sky velocity burn night stone slamming into friction you are committed to blaze . . . you are consumed by your commitment . . . you do not require a next world . . . this one, the one that consumes you, is enough. ...
by Warren Gaston | May 25, 2019
A short list of people who were never born, not conceived, not a gleam in anyone’s eye, until now, not even fictional. Romulus Baird Laurel Frankenstar Bertram Bacardus Willy Sengar Marie Zamora Ivor Pollingham Missy Darman Hans Harlow Renee Tussore Trent...
