by Warren Gaston | Mar 13, 2018
When I was a child I chose the characters I would play. I was a blue coat soldier, I was a tear stained Cherokee, I was a white haired General in the White House deaf to rage. As I grew older a slow gravity began to pull me into one dense concentricity of self....
by Warren Gaston | Mar 9, 2018
Marco Island, Florida The day fire descends into the sea to rest among the dolphins.
by Warren Gaston | Mar 7, 2018
All night long the stars flowered and it was spring.
by Warren Gaston | Mar 4, 2018
Do not give too much allegiance to your opinions. They may be in some ways wrong and in other ways be unhelpful.
by Warren Gaston | Feb 28, 2018
Marco Island, Florida A woman walked out from our condo building toward the pool adjusting her swimming clothes each step of the way. Looking down from my high balcony perch I could not see the disarray she attempted to correct, only her body wriggling the bathing...
