by Warren Gaston | May 11, 2018
Death is not coming for me. Death has lived with me all my life. Death sits with me when I write and rides on the passenger’s side for long discussions when I drive. Death tells me he has been many places. Everywhere, I would think, I replied. Yes, everywhere....
by Warren Gaston | May 8, 2018
Salvador Dali dreamed he was painting. When he woke up he was painting a dream.
by Warren Gaston | May 2, 2018
To the criminals who taught poetry in my high school and think they got away with murder, we know who you are. We have no DNA evidence. But we have photographic evidence of you at the crime scene, my high school yearbooks from 1957 to 1961. Don’t try deny it. You’re...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 24, 2018
The Loch Ness monster’s in my soup, how shall we ever find him? Beneath the waves of ‘O’s’ and ‘A’s,’ in pools afloat with ‘J’s’ and ‘K’s,’ the fiendish creature hides and plays. My spoon has scraped his boney back, I’ve tried to lure him with a snack but every time I...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 22, 2018
A poet thickens experience with words so a moment is captured in a concentrated form enabling others to experience that moment as well. ________________________________________________________________________ poet = an artist who uses words as a painter uses paint or...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 17, 2018
three moving on the mountain the man the bear the hawk the stride the lumber the soar
by Warren Gaston | Apr 14, 2018
In order to be described as either empty or full, a container must, of necessity, have limitations.
by Warren Gaston | Apr 4, 2018
I Refuse (posted 4/3/18) What exactly is the reason for your refusal? Why not join the main game? Everyone is winning. To be a winner, what do you have to lose? Maybe you’ll be lucky. ...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 3, 2018
What exactly is the reason for your refusal? Why not join the main game? Everyone is winning. To be a winner, what do you have to lose? Maybe you’ll be lucky. ...
by Warren Gaston | Mar 29, 2018
As an old man I want to be considered unarmed yet extremely dangerous. Instead of nurses at my bedside, guards at the door. No tubes, but chains barely keeping me from a life that is yet to be. I want to see fear in the eyes of the young men who guard me. Instead of...
