by Warren Gaston | Jun 1, 2023
To want nothing more than to want nothing more.
by Warren Gaston | May 29, 2023
At the railroad crossing we stop for a train. Box cars, hoppers, tankers, flat cars fly by. The train is no nonsense, practical as a hen. In a railyard, a vandal with an eye for color, the need for surfaces and cans of spray paint has transformed them into graffiti ...
by Warren Gaston | May 28, 2023
Time in five boxes, my father’s life, photos, flags, postcards from far places letters to and from home, some I wrote to him, some he wrote to me, moments, not mementos, memories timed out now retimed....
by Warren Gaston | May 27, 2023
I am looking at a family photo album , pictures of me as a child among the dead. My parents are dead, my grandparents are dead, my aunt and uncle are dead, my boyhood dog Frisky is dead. They were alive when the pictures were taken. I am alive but older now than they...
by Warren Gaston | May 11, 2023
Automatic rifles were not invented for accuracy. Ask the Russian Mikhail Timofeyevich Kalashnikov. Ask the American Eugene Morrison Stoner. Automatic weapons were invented for efficiency. Military efficiency. Mass killing on the battlefield. In civilian hands, they...
by Warren Gaston | May 3, 2023
Gun violence is a tautology Violence is the purpose of gun. Gun violence is equivalent to food nutrition. Nutrition is the chief purpose of food. Violence is the chief purpose of guns. A gun incapable of violence is a toy gun. The rationale for guns is killing....
by Warren Gaston | May 1, 2023
We met as folded strangers letters addressed to each other’s names tightly enveloped eased open creased paper smoothed flat stories read then written on our unfolding lives
by Warren Gaston | Apr 28, 2023
The seagull was dying. The bird knew it. I knew it. I wondered if there was something I could do, some intervention I could place between the gull and death. The seagull was not considering repair. With open eyes, smooth feathers, tucked feet the bird watched what had...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 23, 2023
Celebrating Paul Cezanne (1839-1906) Cezanne, out with his easel near Aix-en-Provence, painted gravity with a light brush, coaxing round density out of apples, the angular geometry of men playing cards, mountain massiveness pitted against civilized sight. Sensation is...
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...
