by Warren Gaston | Aug 13, 2019
I arrived arrived at my destination the easy way. So don’t expect me to know where I am. I took a bus. I took a train. I took a plane. Someone else brought me here. All I did was get on board. I did not walk the long way from the river to the coast. I did not pass...
by Warren Gaston | Aug 7, 2019
When I recovered from bright light, they assured me I had only two eyes. When I recovered from scattering sound, they assured me I had only two ears. When I recovered from the scent of antiseptic, they assured me there were roses. When I...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 20, 2019
I look up at Apollo’s moon with droll psychology. How can a moon that’s walked upon be free of lunacy? _________________________________________________________ Commemorating the first human visit to the moon, July 20, 1969, 50 years...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 20, 2019
Six months ago it was cold where I now sit, it was cold, and water fell as flakes of snow. Now it is warm, and yesterday’s rain gathered in garden pots and puddles. Six months from now, water will fall as snow and I will not be sitting where I am sitting now....
by Warren Gaston | Jul 11, 2019
Tonight the bright moon assures us, The sun has not abandoned earth. The sun is hiding in earth’s shadow.
by Warren Gaston | Jul 5, 2019
The force of vast silence, long drawn over time, roughs the red rock smooth wakes hoodoos from geologic dreams. A choir of standing stones, outstanding from the cliff sings abrasive anthems to the sculpting wind. The old ones whose skins have fallen human shaped from...
