by Warren Gaston | Oct 15, 2018
Improvisation, a trio of oak trees, jamming off-beat- in the offing season arrhythmic syn co pa tion syn co pa tion random patterns, dropt acorns on the woodpile, on the rock pile, on the gas grill, snared on grass, a...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 12, 2018
stone dropt! in water water always courteous clears out of stone’s way then sensing void water rushes back
by Warren Gaston | Oct 10, 2018
Between backyards, pine trees shelter deer wandering wedged in a fenced forest. I also wander wedged in a construct of ideas, the invisible walls of my bordered world. ______________________________________________________________ This afternoon I looked out my...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 6, 2018
This day, frail dust, bright with all the suns we have harvested, ground into flour, baked into daily bread, devoured. This is it, frail dust, today last chance, to absorb the happenstance of light, how it dances on the sill beneath streaked glass, how it lives brown...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 4, 2018
If you want easy money, lose teeth. That’s what the myth of the tooth fairy seemed to be saying to six year old me. Was this a tale told to children to make the first signs of aging more palatable, the initial loss in a life history of losses, the first chapter in the...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 26, 2018
Hear this, ye smashers of idols, defacers of icons, mutilating vandals, warring against the still present paradoxically human polyvalent past. Thugs at the palm cool oasis, can you not honor these vibrant ancient people at work and play in the glory of Palmyra,...
