by Warren Gaston | Sep 1, 2019
It is now September, the ninth month of the calendar year and I am sad. For the last 31 days I have feasted on the feel of forming ‘8’ as I write the day’s date on each notebook page. I relish the ease of figure 8 ‘o’s, my pen gliding across paper in curved circles...
by Warren Gaston | Aug 30, 2019
In the meantime between nothing and nothing~ I am eating a slice of blueberry pie. I am on the phone with the gas company. I am scratching an itch behind my ear. I am raking fall leaves from my garden. I am watching the news on tv. I am thinking of something I have...
by Warren Gaston | Aug 19, 2019
Climbing Mount Everest in flip flops is a bad idea. Less than ten feet up you realize your mistake. You can turn back, send away for boots and wait, or you can fly to a south Florida Gulf coast beach where boots would be the poorer choice and flip flops would be...
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 10, 2019
When looking in a mirror, a narcissist does not notice the shadow looking back.
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 | Aug 3, 2019
Before poetry is a form of art it is a mode of thinking. Thinking requires the use of words. We think with words in two ways; literal, each word having a precise meaning, and figurative, each word suggesting relationships with things beyond the literal meaning. All...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 29, 2019
Lord, give us the wisdom to abhor what is wrongfully held to be right, and the courage to denounce what is rightly held to be wrong. .
by Warren Gaston | Jul 25, 2019
July 24, 2019, 4:00 in the afternoon. I am sitting in my garden facing the three-dimensional space of my backyard. Horizontally it is deep and wide. Vertically it is sky high. At night the stars and moon appear in my sky. Now I look across the lawn into shadows...
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...
