by Warren Gaston | Mar 13, 2019
Warming techno-sullied seas, styrofoamic waves, everlasting straws, pissed steroidal rivers bulking up oceans.. An island gone, then two, a peninsula, Florida, Baha California, Cape Cod, Kamchatka, down under. Hobart’s new citizen fish. Snowy egrets flock deserts. No...
by Warren Gaston | Mar 7, 2019
Snow bends dry winter weeds. I remember my death quite clearly, it will be in the future, like every live person I know. I think on a Sunday, the fourth Sunday in March, the month of my birth, eight decades past my single first day. To be born into time, this I have...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 24, 2019
Sitting in a booth in Irv’s Mountain View Café, Columbia Falls, Montana, 1959, I was faced with choices: food, drink & song, each for a price, a cola, burger, fries, and the jukebox, a high caloric intake for the gut & ear. A quarter for doo wop or good old...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 23, 2019
Our cat Matisse stretches on the floor long, lean, luxurious, as if being pulled by opposing forces nose tugged away from tail just to the snapping point, lengthening, curving until he is a fury apostrophe displaying poise and grace. The pulling comes from forces...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 22, 2019
If I say ‘if’, a condition is placed. There will be consequences. If these demands are not met, if it doesn’t rain, if you loved me, if you do that one more time, if we lived in the best of all worlds, if two cars drove straight toward each other, one at 20 one at 40...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 19, 2019
Ted and Sarah live near a silky sand beach. They never go to the beach, a convenient ten minute drive. They could go. But they don’t. They do not discuss going on a sunny day and decide not to go. The question doesn’t come up. What prevents them from enjoying...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 18, 2019
The distinctive thing about Swiss cheese, the gorgeous holes, the gas fermenting bubbles leaving hollows, shaped emptiness. Some lacy. Some perfect spheres. Some amoeba-like, amorphous. Swiss cheese, notable for what is not there. Yet we buy it not for nothing but...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 17, 2019
I’ve never liked meringue. Always have. The way it stiffens being whipped, lingers on the lip like a fish hook, exotically sweet like India in 1930’s romantic movies, the sari draped girl wearing dark eyes, and her young lover, a raj or something, wearing a jeweled...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 14, 2019
Out the window of a bus, a small human drama, a man and his mother sit at a sidewalk café. His eyes are smeared with tears and smoke. She crushes out her cigarette and gestures for him to move closer. He scoots his chair to hers, drapes his arms around her scarf...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 13, 2019
There are not that many unlike things scattered about the universe and one of them is iron, scooped up by the Rover, in the crust of Mars. Who would have expected to discover this common earth thing there, in that distant world which I assumed would be much stranger...
