by Warren Gaston | Apr 1, 2022
We are snow, women and men, made of water fallen from high through weak sun and cold sky. Vegetation forms facial features, sticks for arms, ice for bones, dense carbon forms an eye. The earth turns and tilts, turns and tilts. The turn gives us a day. The tilt carries...
by Warren Gaston | Mar 27, 2022
I know little about cards or their games, how to shuffle a deck in preparation for play, preventing prearrangements, aka cheating. The cards in a muddled mess, just like life. The game won or lost fairly, just like life. I once called a 4 of clubs a 4 of clovers....
by Warren Gaston | Mar 27, 2022
Poetry removes the Do Not Disturb sign from the door of our imagination.
by Warren Gaston | Mar 25, 2022
There’s a war raging in the Ukraine and I, enjoying the safety of my tomato soup lunch, notice the odd shape of a seldom used spoon, the bowl narrower and deeper than other spoons annoys my lips as it reaches and rests on my tongue. Embarrassing. What kind of man...
by Warren Gaston | Mar 23, 2022
Sitting on the beach just ahead of my wife and me, a young mother organizes her breasts for nursing. In a carrier, a baby, all mouth and appetite, waits wailing for the guarded ritual of release and relief, when the secreted nipple, heavy with milk, appears,, like our...
by Warren Gaston | Mar 13, 2022
My friend told me she sobs watching the 6:30 news. From this I learned I am a man. I do not sob. A tank crushes an old man in a car. I do not sob. Bombs blast against babies. I do not sob. Millions flee home. I do not sob. A family dies on a street before cameras. I...
by Warren Gaston | Mar 12, 2022
Yesterday I was in my favorite bookstore, Half Price Books looking shelf by shelf at the poetry section hoping something new had come in since my last visit. My eyes landed on a hard bound book, Contemporary Kazakh Literature: Poetry commissioned by the Ministry of...
by Warren Gaston | Mar 10, 2022
A world speedy soft the roar of clicks and jets all getting the job done going places filling spaces going going gong
by Warren Gaston | Mar 7, 2022
The garden is full of blossoms. The garden is full of stems. We do not go to the garden to see stems. We go to garden to see floral genitals. lovely in color, shape, and fragrance. Now you may be offended, (if your lucky, only slightly) by my use of the word genitals....
by Warren Gaston | Mar 5, 2022
History is the future looking over its shoulder.
