by Warren Gaston | Jun 3, 2023
A bird sitting on the bird bath suddenly flies fifty feet away to a tree branch. I want to know, in what form of thought did the bird make up his mind to fly? What form of thought guided his flight until he got to where he wanted to go?
by Warren Gaston | Jun 2, 2023
The night wants to know, what are you going to do with its gift of darkness?
by Warren Gaston | Jun 1, 2023
To want nothing more than to want nothing more.
by Warren Gaston | May 29, 2023
At the railroad crossing we stop for a train. Box cars, hoppers, tankers, flat cars fly by. The train is no nonsense, practical as a hen. In a railyard, a vandal with an eye for color, the need for surfaces and cans of spray paint has transformed them into graffiti ...
by Warren Gaston | May 28, 2023
Time in five boxes, my father’s life, photos, flags, postcards from far places letters to and from home, some I wrote to him, some he wrote to me, moments, not mementos, memories timed out now retimed....
by Warren Gaston | May 27, 2023
I am looking at a family photo album , pictures of me as a child among the dead. My parents are dead, my grandparents are dead, my aunt and uncle are dead, my boyhood dog Frisky is dead. They were alive when the pictures were taken. I am alive but older now than they...
