by Warren Gaston | Jul 9, 2018
Can we stand up to all that we can do with all we have invented? The tools we use to shape the world shape us. Up can we stand to all that we can do with all we have invented? The tools we use to shape the world shape us. Can we stand up to all that we can do with all...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 7, 2018
We are an alibi for everyone we see. Today I saw a man walking about 10:15 on Maple at Main. When questioned by the police, about an incidence at Fourth and Walnut, I told them this man wasn’t there. I saw him blocks away from the scene. I cannot say his name...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 2, 2018
So much of who I am, I am while sleeping. A liberating lawlessness ascends with the descending dark. The guardians vacate the premises leaving me alone in my unconscious skull. The librarian goes home and leaves me among books. The playwright goes home and leaves me...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 7, 2018
I admire your synchronized angular effort to make your way not very far into the world. Your forefeet and back feet attach, release, push and pull your immense will up the north slope of my sleeve. Your pale green florescent torso contracts to launch your hind half...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 6, 2018
Mosquito, what interest do you have in me, a reader of poems in my garden chair, my coffee cup, my pen, my blue marker. There’s nothing here for you and nothing in these sanguine words so edifying for me. Go join the bee buzzing at the bloom, hover with the...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 3, 2018
My standing in the world suggests secret rivers, red arteries – blue veins, are cascading over bones.
