by Warren Gaston | Jun 9, 2022
I am sitting at my desk writing checks to pay bills, as the kitten we foster plays with my feet, tugs at my pant cuffs, needles her way up my leg with hypodermic claws. I brush her away from the game she has made of my extremities. “My body is not a toy,” I say in an...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 8, 2022
“Do your work,” I said to the candle as I lit the wick. “Give warmth and light,” ‘I cannot,” replied the candle, “without losing myself in the flame.” “Do your work, candle,” I repeated as the candle melted away. “Do your work, man,” was the last thing I...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 7, 2022
Feeling barely felt. Thinking barely thought. Saying barely said. Doing barely done. My day is filled with partial accomplishments. Being remains, the only success. . In distilled moments I am grateful,...
by Warren Gaston | May 31, 2022
My daughters assume I am thinking, when in the early morning they see me sitting in my garden chair doing nothing. I don’t blame them for thinking I am thinking. That’s what it looks like. If someone is awake doing nothing, they must be thinking. But appearances can...
by Warren Gaston | May 23, 2022
Will Shakespeare ever be dead? And if so, how will it happen? When the last actor is bored with ancient Rome’s politics? When the last page of the Tempest is incinerated in a forest of fire? Or when the last reader of Hamlet is too weak to dust ash from his eyes?...
