by Warren Gaston | Dec 16, 2018
Winter, 2017. I trudge through a white crystal crust to feed the birds black sunflower seeds and suet. My reading chair in the garden by the rosebush and hibiscus is soft with snow. Last summer when I read there, the roses were in full blood bloom. The hibiscus in...
by Warren Gaston | Dec 14, 2018
The house is in disrepair. There are termites in the attic which explains water in the basement. Let us decorate with pictures of sound houses, pasting blueprints and architectural renderings over cracked plaster. The nails pound in easily. Think of wood as damp...
by Warren Gaston | Dec 7, 2018
Smohalla’s reverse Wisdom While reading this summer I came upon this odd quotation from Smohalla, (1815-1895) a dreamer-prophet of the Wanapum tribe, a branch of the Nez Pierce people located in what is now the state of Washington. “My young men shall never...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 27, 2018
Last night I hosted nine men at my home. This men’s group has been meeting monthly since 1986. Over those thirty two years one has moved away, four have died, and five have been welcomed in. We do not talk sports, cars, or work. We generally steer clear of...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 25, 2018
Disaster! I lost my writing notebook, two hundred pages of jumbled jottings, ink splashed in jags across paper, an accumulation of sparsely parsed ideas, an entire battalion of notes gone AWOL, as good as losing six months of my...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 24, 2018
Things become other things and on and on . . . ______________________________________________ for example: with the aid of human ingenuity, soil and rain become wheat which becomes flour which becomes batter which becomes a birthday cake which becomes a celebration...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 16, 2018
I. We are born into a world that is underway. Procedures have been established. Methods. Techniques. Protocols. Modus operandi. Therefore, start with a stop. Linger and assess. II. If you take the way of computation, you get a numbered life. In this numeric version of...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 14, 2018
I want to find a way to give voice to shadows, not as the absence of light but as the absence of lies. _____________________________ I like these four lines, these twenty three words. Someday I will discover where they want to...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 9, 2018
Windows, once transparent, now splintered glass. Night’s supple, fluid dark hardened to stone. The virus of hate was deliberately released. A plague of permission broke out, a moral cholera, weakening a resistant ‘no’, favoring an infectious ‘yes.’ As the disease...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 9, 2018
Yesterday the future arrived a day early. Tomorrow the past will arrive a day late. That puts me today in an awkward and untimely situation.
