by Warren Gaston | May 16, 2020
We are united by our doubts and divided by our convictions.
by Warren Gaston | May 15, 2020
This poem should be finished by now. It’s gone on too long even though just began. Already I can tell you it won’t tell you much. I should know. I’m writing the poem. The only way even I will know what this poem is about is to keep writing. If I quite writing...
by Warren Gaston | May 12, 2020
Make a list of all the things you want to forget about your life. It may not be easy to remember. It may take time. Take a day. A couple of days. A week if needed. Some may need a month. Effort may be required. Review each breathing season year by year. Carry a...
by Warren Gaston | May 10, 2020
Celebrating Margaret Elizabeth Gaston (1915-1990) Today I salute my mother, a blend of grit and grace, both magical and practical. She never lived in a house her family owned. Her father, a minister, was provided a parsonage when she growing up and her husband, my...
by Warren Gaston | May 8, 2020
I was having coffee with a friend. Two tables over and one down sat two women doing the same, to me total strangers, to each other friends. The one with her back to me twice, three times reached her hand behind her neck and with a bent finger below her collar...
by Warren Gaston | May 7, 2020
Sunday morning, while picking up the New York Times in its wet wrapper from the fresh rain on the driveway, I looked up. Steel gray clouds stretched from horizon to horizon muffling the light song of the sun. By noon the clouds, disturbed by wind, thinned, broke up,...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 29, 2020
Just like real life, some poems don’t make sense, at least not immediately. Like the problems in my high school algebra class, there is an unknown factor represented by the letter ‘x’. If you carefully work through the equation you can discover the value of ‘x’....
by Warren Gaston | Apr 26, 2020
Where I am from there is no river. There is a river, but that’s not where I’m from. Where I am from there is no mountain. There is a mountain, but that’s not where I’m from. Where I am from there is no ocean. There is an ocean, but that’s not where I’m from. Where I...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 24, 2020
Nice people like me ruin the world. You wouldn’t think so, but it’s true. People who can start wars often do and nice people say they shouldn’t. But when called to come, nice people go. Nice people don’t get rich by robbing banks. But people who own banks get...
by Warren Gaston | Apr 22, 2020
The poem Reading a Poem was posted on PBT April 21, 2020. In RED below are some of the thought I put into the poem. Maybe this will help readers get your thoughts out.. If you read a poem and like it, don’t worry. Read it again. ‘Like’ is a lightweight...
