by Warren Gaston | Nov 18, 2022
There are things I know. There are things I don’t know. There are things I know I don’t know. There are things I don’t know I don’t know. Then there are things I can’t know. Those are fundamental things, the bedrock of all knowing. You can’t know them either. That is...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 17, 2022
I have no need to be great. A solid good is fine. I’m wary of very best. Superlatives make me dizzy, especially self-imposed superlatives. When asked who I am, I reply, I am the self I am getting over. Getting over yourself is a big...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 15, 2022
“Poetry is a way of holding experience, not holding on to, but holding.” Anne Michaels Canadian Poet Something was over. The war, I was told. People were happy. I was two. Whatever war was, it was good it was over. I was right to be happy. We all were. Our side won....
by Warren Gaston | Nov 12, 2022
The clerk called me “Sweetheart” as I paid my bill and checked out of the grocery store line. In reply, I apologized for my poor memory. “I’m sorry, our affections were so long ago I do not remember our trysts or your name.” Actually, I said, “Have a nice day,” cliché...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 7, 2022
A day before the mid-election, I sit in my garden enjoying late warmth, as the last brittle leaves drift down. Suddenly a strong gust blows through the yard. A civic maple tree, bare of withered opinions, pitches toward the house, stays, then corrects, returns to...
