by Warren Gaston | Jun 10, 2023
I The wind longs to see itself dance across the earth, caressing breezes, pummeling storms. With my body as its mirror, the wind winces seeing itself reflected in my dance.. II. I am a cloud and music is the wind. dancing, I give shape to sound, as a cloud makes the...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 3, 2023
A bird sitting on the bird bath suddenly flies fifty feet away to a tree branch. I want to know, in what form of thought did the bird make up his mind to fly? What form of thought guided his flight until he got to where he wanted to go?
by Warren Gaston | Jun 2, 2023
The night wants to know, what are you going to do with its gift of darkness?
by Warren Gaston | Jun 1, 2023
To want nothing more than to want nothing more.
by Warren Gaston | May 29, 2023
At the railroad crossing we stop for a train. Box cars, hoppers, tankers, flat cars fly by. The train is no nonsense, practical as a hen. In a railyard, a vandal with an eye for color, the need for surfaces and cans of spray paint has transformed them into graffiti ...
