by Warren Gaston | Aug 22, 2018
If I gave you a nail would you call it a rooster, or even a screw, closer to true but still no cigar. Would you eat it with cream cheese and capers in the corner deli of your imagination, the bagel discarded on the floor, now a toy tire broken from a Tonka truck by an...
by Warren Gaston | Aug 16, 2018
A poem is sound pressed between two silences. A word cannot sound without the silence surrounding it. Without intermittent silence, speaking would be a mush of mumbling, nothing but indistinguishable sound. The same for the printed page, the empty spaces between words...
by Warren Gaston | Aug 14, 2018
Three words your professional discipline will require you to consider: many more much How much is much? How many is much? How many more is too many, too much? How much less is enough? How much less is more than enough? These are the questions of our...
by Warren Gaston | Aug 9, 2018
After everything happens, even more happens, and more after that. After that squirrels happened, regularly or irregularly, although none born by parthenogenesis as far as scientists can determine. No miracle, nothing like that. After squirrels, acorns happened, trees...
by Warren Gaston | Aug 3, 2018
An anguished figure on a hill, her knees scuffed, her dress torn, a dented bucket empty in her hand. I look in my book to see if the text I remembered from childhood and my more seasoned adult imagination, could come into agreement. I discovered Jack and the well....
by Warren Gaston | Jul 31, 2018
Hazard along the spine, stanzas running toward the brink, the book’s menacing glued hinge, a lethal pivot between pages 122 and 123, and you, peripatetic period, wandering dot, bug in the valley of the shadow of Lorca’s ballads and laments and songs of death. This is...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 16, 2018
While I was sleeping, my history rested with me all night long. When I woke this morning, my history was alert at the side of my bed.
by Warren Gaston | Jul 9, 2018
Can we stand up to all that we can do with all we have invented? The tools we use to shape the world shape us. Up can we stand to all that we can do with all we have invented? The tools we use to shape the world shape us. Can we stand up to all that we can do with all...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 7, 2018
We are an alibi for everyone we see. Today I saw a man walking about 10:15 on Maple at Main. When questioned by the police, about an incidence at Fourth and Walnut, I told them this man wasn’t there. I saw him blocks away from the scene. I cannot say his name...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 4, 2018
America has gifted itself with a fundamental crisis. I say ‘gifted’ because every so often we need to realize how easy the dreams of our nation’s founders can be lost. And we need to choose again who we as a nation want to be. The crisis has been...
