by Warren Gaston | Feb 13, 2019
There are not that many unlike things scattered about the universe and one of them is iron, scooped up by the Rover, in the crust of Mars. Who would have expected to discover this common earth thing there, in that distant world which I assumed would be much stranger...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 12, 2019
I am reading Homer on the Fort DeSoto Beach in St. Petersburg, Florida. Actually a book about Homer: Why Homer Matters by Adam Nicolson. (Picador/2014) A rich read making The Iliad and The Odyssey even more beautifully terrifying. It is a perfect beach book. The...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 8, 2019
War over. Troy fell thx to Odysseus now trying to make it back home. Don’t wait up. Just wait 2800 years. The story will repeat again in Leo Bloom, June 16, 1904, as he walked a day Dublin. ______________________________________________ I have been reading a book...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 6, 2019
After ten years at war, another ten at sea, Odysseus, now with another king’s sailors on another king’s swift slender ship, wind taut sails, salt slick gleaming oars, the great trickster of horse-building fame, deceiver of armies, monsters, and men, was on his way...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 1, 2019
Poor ghost, dead as trousers hung to dry, filled not with flesh but breezes, wearing a see-through body made of disappointed breath, naked to your rattling bones, sillier than sad. All you can do is annoy us in the night and amuse us some by day. You were murdered...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 27, 2019
International Holocaust Remembrance Day 1/27/2019 I would like to believe the Holocaust never happened and except for the overwhelming weight of evidence, I could. I would like to believe the Holocaust never happened, that Stille Nacht was not sung beneath the...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 26, 2019
There are several places on this earth I’ve never been. Several? Hell! Let me be honest. Thousands. Thousands. Many thousands of places on the earth I’ve never been. Most. And where I am right now is one of them. Obviously, I am where I am, but barely. Not much to...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 24, 2019
Even though I’m perfect I remain humble. Try as I might, I find no fault in myself. I never trip, but if I do, I never stumble. Some say I am crippled by a lack of self-doubt and burdened with a tolerance for self-certainty. As for others trying to find fault in me, I...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 22, 2019
I am a small boat adrift on a vast sea, waves still as a heart between beats. Fish doze in their wet beds as pelican shadows swoop through their dreams. Through fog, a fog horn, bored blasting warnings, is glad the wind is rising. The wind increases, blows against me,...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 19, 2019
The poet Mary Oliver died two days ago, January 17, 2019. I want some of her poems read at my funeral. She has written many poems that speak to me. It will be a long funeral. Although her poems are pleasant to read and hear, they are not appropriate for the sentiment...
