by Warren Gaston | Apr 13, 2023
panta rhei In a day’s time, certainly in a week’s, neither I nor the mirror will remain the same. The mirror will not recognize me. No residual impression, no lasting elaborate smudge, no fascial echo, no reflexive wake. What was once Heraclitus is somewhat...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 10, 2023
E-stir – energy animates the inanimate, a stand against the renunciation of the body, a shout from the ghost ravaged grave. The corporeal scandalizes the corpse. _________________________________________________________________ What had been loosed from the folded...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 8, 2023
To be a conservative, first, know what you’re conserving. Value or privilege. If value, best spread it everywhere. If privilege, best guard against loss. Privilege is a pie. Only so many slices. Too much sharing and the pie is gone. Value is atomic, it empowers when...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 6, 2023
It’s not easy, climbing up, climbing out, of trenches, out of mind grooves. Out of rutted comforts. The walls, dug steep, brief horizon slight view favorable to me. I see that I like what I see.
by Warren Gaston | Mar 28, 2023
A fist of words, gloves off, sock the eyes of the ear & the ears of the eye. The punched mind jerks not deflecting to safety but reflecting on what can be learned from the...
by Warren Gaston | Mar 25, 2023
Something was over. The war, I was told. People were happy, and I was two. Seventy nine years later, I look through family photographs, one, me on my grandfather’s porch, ringing a bell in a black and white world. Whatever war was, it was good it was over. I was right...
