by Warren Gaston | Mar 13, 2018
When I was a child I chose the characters I would play. I was a blue coat soldier, I was a tear stained Cherokee, I was a white haired General in the White House deaf to rage. As I grew older a slow gravity began to pull me into one dense concentricity of self....
by Warren Gaston | Mar 9, 2018
Marco Island, Florida The day fire descends into the sea to rest among the dolphins.
by Warren Gaston | Mar 7, 2018
All night long the stars flowered and it was spring.
by Warren Gaston | Feb 28, 2018
Marco Island, Florida A woman walked out from our condo building toward the pool adjusting her swimming clothes each step of the way. Looking down from my high balcony perch I could not see the disarray she attempted to correct, only her body wriggling the bathing...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 28, 2018
Marco Island, Florida The bird in the palm tree outside our rooms, bereft of news, sang happily all day.
by Warren Gaston | Feb 25, 2018
We take our morning walk along the beach, broken sand dollars, shattered shells, the strand strewn with unmourned mortality, Endless sea and sand will one day vanish with yesterday’s sand castles lost to tides. What I have learned from daily loss changes my longing...
