by Warren Gaston | Feb 22, 2018
To live poetically one must be willing to rest in a constant state of arrival, continuously coming into uncontested presence, every pore a point of entry, every contact received by an inquisitive nerve. vigilant attending all ways always, a fierce commitment to last...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 18, 2018
I write to change the world, a futile effort, so I’ve been told, so I believe. Who reads my poor words? Yet, the world changes. Or do I? A surfer constantly recovering his standing on a wave.
by Warren Gaston | Feb 14, 2018
I bought you a Valentine’s Day present online, cold candy and a dozen cool red roses on the stem. I ordered the gift from invisibilities.com. It should be on your door step as you read this note. Go look. If you can see a package it’s not from...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 10, 2018
The day races from the sun. The morning shrinks, the afternoon stretches, the evening hurries forward, the night falls back. Sand runs through the hourglass. The chronologic snake swallows its tail. Tomorrow becomes today becomes yesterday becomes memory, possible...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 6, 2018
Away from the noise crowded streets of Sorrento we walked an orchard lane between lemon trees, the plump yellow fruit of the Amalfi coast hung as daylit lanterns among branches. A woman our age but much older yelled at us from within her black dress words we did not...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 21, 2018
“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.” Robert Herrick 1591-1674 Don’t mind time, ye young. Pay no heed to the calendar or the clock. Digitals have vanquished the tick...
