by Warren Gaston | Jan 24, 2019
Even though I’m perfect I remain humble. Try as I might, I find no fault in myself. I never trip, but if I do, I never stumble. Some say I am crippled by a lack of self-doubt and burdened with a tolerance for self-certainty. As for others trying to find fault in me, I...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 22, 2019
I am a small boat adrift on a vast sea, waves still as a heart between beats. Fish doze in their wet beds as pelican shadows swoop through their dreams. Through fog, a fog horn, bored blasting warnings, is glad the wind is rising. The wind increases, blows against me,...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 19, 2019
The poet Mary Oliver died two days ago, January 17, 2019. I want some of her poems read at my funeral. She has written many poems that speak to me. It will be a long funeral. Although her poems are pleasant to read and hear, they are not appropriate for the sentiment...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 19, 2019
Poetry is the result of stripping insulation from the live wires of words. (5/7/08)
by Warren Gaston | Jan 13, 2019
How does a mirror look at itself? In a mirror, of course, the same as you and me. But what does a mirror see when seeing itself in a mirror? A mirror image . . . only infinite. (4/6/08)
