by Warren Gaston | Sep 26, 2016
Each day a man carries cut roses to the garden, a bouquet of roses to the garden, long stem roses to the garden, the garden of sticks and stones, the garden of stiff stalks, withered leaves, and black petals. What can we learn from the man who each day carries roses...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 23, 2016
Do not go far from the sea and from the earth. Do not go far from the moon and stars. Do not run, walk, through cloud rain. Do not build thick windowed walls against wind. Do not turn your back on the sun. Do not hide in Edison’s light from night’s shadow....
by Warren Gaston | Sep 21, 2016
Harold Sawkill wondered of the time. Not what time is, time’s very nature, not what causes time and why, but what time it is now, here, the hour, the minute, the seconds between meridians in this place. Harold looked at his watch. The time was noon exactly, sun high...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 19, 2016
“This is the strangest life I’ve ever known.” Jim Morrison, The Doors It is life enough. And life, this one and only life, is very strange indeed. To...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 10, 2016
To Federico Garcia Lorca Federico, socialist playwright, lyrical poet, you pushed your lines beyond the limit, words scrawled outside the page thin edge. Men with leather boot heads loathed your voluptuous world, feared your fist punch plays, were cut by your...
