by Warren Gaston | Feb 28, 2018
Marco Island, Florida The bird in the palm tree outside our rooms, bereft of news, sang happily all day.
by Warren Gaston | Feb 25, 2018
We take our morning walk along the beach, broken sand dollars, shattered shells, the strand strewn with unmourned mortality, Endless sea and sand will one day vanish with yesterday’s sand castles lost to tides. What I have learned from daily loss changes my longing...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 22, 2018
To live poetically one must be willing to rest in a constant state of arrival, continuously coming into uncontested presence, every pore a point of entry, every contact received by an inquisitive nerve. vigilant attending all ways always, a fierce commitment to last...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 18, 2018
I write to change the world, a futile effort, so I’ve been told, so I believe. Who reads my poor words? Yet, the world changes. Or do I? A surfer constantly recovering his standing on a wave.
by Warren Gaston | Feb 16, 2018
After the Florida school shooting I almost sent out my thoughts & prayers. A l m o s t. Then, hearing the president & Paul Ryan speak I changed my mind. In this gun-crazed paranoid culture, my thoughts about guns don’t have a...
