by Warren Gaston | Jan 18, 2021
If we could lose the body, skip it out over the flow of eternity like a flung stone skimming a river, shrug it off like a chip on the shoulder, remove it like a sweater of hungry holes needing to be fed and fed. Without the body we would not need politics, we would...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 15, 2021
In an airport waiting for flight, surrounded by others also waiting for flight, none of us present in the vast glass and steel sprawl, all of us already on to elsewhere, I saw a young man who did not look the part, sitting stone settled and still in his suit and blue...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 13, 2021
“If you would understand what I am, know this; all that I have said I have uttered playfully, and I was by no means ashamed, thereby. I danced.” Jesus Christ The Acts of John The house of the soul is a mansion. There are no walls in the house of the soul,...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 12, 2021
Poetry is useless. It gets nothing done. builds no houses, makes no sales, raises no taxes, organizes no cities into grids of streets and avenues, cannot drive I-94 from Chicago to Detroit, clears no snow from a winter storm, fixes no faucets, removes no tumors,...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 11, 2021
The Effusive Donald Trump I am so impressed with the technological and political prowess of Joe Biden and the Democrats. The organizational skill it took to purloin 81,283,098 votes for a 51.3% majority across the states and numerous county Boards of Election, not...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 11, 2021
written in Kennedy Airport waiting for a flight to Athens, Greece April 21, 1993 crowds coming, going a city waiting for flight arrive and depart whine of jet engines the language of flight birds fly silent wings
by Warren Gaston | Jan 8, 2021
On June 16, 2015, the heavens opened and descending effortlessly on a crystal flight of stairs, gliding down among a handpicked adoring throng, the emperor, in a brand-new suit arrived to claim his throne. All decked out in his ego’s desperate need for praise, he took...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 5, 2021
the world is made of boxes the earth isn’t but the world is boxes we build containers boxes we are contained restrained order is maintained because we refrain from stepping out of our comfortable boxes sometimes we think we think outside the box only to...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 3, 2021
America is a beautiful landscape, “from sea to shining sea.” America is also a beautiful idea, “with liberty and justice for all.” An old question: Can we live together, yet behave as if each one of us was living alone? Put another way; can we live well in a free and...
by Warren Gaston | Dec 31, 2020
The same old, same old, day after live long day. Fridays felt like Wednesdays, Tuesdays like Thursdays, Mondays like the day of the sun, not the day of the moon. At least Saturdays felt saturnine, dark and heavy, like the planet and the god. This year can’t end...
