by Warren Gaston | Jun 24, 2021
My father went to Russia and came back with Russian gifts: babushka headscarves, black lacquered jewelry boxes, and nesting dolls that live inside each other like people do. He bought a Russian army captain’s cap and an olive drab coat big enough to hide dissenting...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 21, 2021
see: Jeremiah 20:9 I have not been caught committing crimes of omission they have gone unnoticed, therefore unreported. They were transgressions of silence, my mouth full of words needing to be said. but swallowed, not bitten by teeth into articulate sound....
by Warren Gaston | Jun 19, 2021
“There is a difference if we see something with a pencil in our hand or without one.” Paul Valery French poet (1871 – 1945) One summer afternoon in 1955, Denton, Montana, I walked down a wet sidewalk smelling of recent rain, to buy a pen and a notebook at Mr....
by Warren Gaston | Jun 16, 2021
Do you love me? If you have to ask, the answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’ mean the same thing. The Christ asked Peter who answered in the affirmative and look what happened. The Buddha did not ask. He didn’t care. With the Buddha it was all about practice. The Buddha asked his...
by Warren Gaston | Jun 11, 2021
To live a poetic life one does not need to write poetry. One must be in a constant state of arrival, alert always in uncontested presence, every pulsing pore a point of entry, every sensation welcomed by a curious nerve. The practice of vigilant attending with a...
