by Warren Gaston | Apr 24, 2018
The Loch Ness monster’s in my soup, how shall we ever find him? Beneath the waves of ‘O’s’ and ‘A’s,’ in pools afloat with ‘J’s’ and ‘K’s,’ the fiendish creature hides and plays. My spoon has scraped his boney back, I’ve tried to lure him with a snack but every time I...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 17, 2018
three moving on the mountain the man the bear the hawk the stride the lumber the soar
by Warren Gaston | Apr 4, 2018
I Refuse (posted 4/3/18) What exactly is the reason for your refusal? Why not join the main game? Everyone is winning. To be a winner, what do you have to lose? Maybe you’ll be lucky. ...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 3, 2018
What exactly is the reason for your refusal? Why not join the main game? Everyone is winning. To be a winner, what do you have to lose? Maybe you’ll be lucky. ...
by Warren Gaston | Mar 29, 2018
As an old man I want to be considered unarmed yet extremely dangerous. Instead of nurses at my bedside, guards at the door. No tubes, but chains barely keeping me from a life that is yet to be. I want to see fear in the eyes of the young men who guard me. Instead of...
by Warren Gaston | Mar 24, 2018
the river runs through the town into the town out of the town the river locates the town it is on the river a river town the town confines the river the river divides the town the council building bridges the river is on its mind an old man fishing the river is on his...
