by Warren Gaston | Mar 25, 2018
There are semi-automatics, made in factories, sold in stores there are hollow pointed bullets that are only made for wars. There are businessmen in shirtsleeves, selling guns to make a buck, while in the darkening city an ex-convict’s out of luck. There’s a killing in...
by Warren Gaston | Mar 24, 2018
the river runs through the town into the town out of the town the river locates the town it is on the river a river town the town confines the river the river divides the town the council building bridges the river is on its mind an old man fishing the river is on his...
by Warren Gaston | Mar 13, 2018
When I was a child I chose the characters I would play. I was a blue coat soldier, I was a tear stained Cherokee, I was a white haired General in the White House deaf to rage. As I grew older a slow gravity began to pull me into one dense concentricity of self....
by Warren Gaston | Mar 9, 2018
Marco Island, Florida The day fire descends into the sea to rest among the dolphins.
by Warren Gaston | Mar 7, 2018
All night long the stars flowered and it was spring.
by Warren Gaston | Mar 4, 2018
Do not give too much allegiance to your opinions. They may be in some ways wrong and in other ways be unhelpful.
by Warren Gaston | Feb 28, 2018
Marco Island, Florida A woman walked out from our condo building toward the pool adjusting her swimming clothes each step of the way. Looking down from my high balcony perch I could not see the disarray she attempted to correct, only her body wriggling the bathing...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 28, 2018
Marco Island, Florida The bird in the palm tree outside our rooms, bereft of news, sang happily all day.
by Warren Gaston | Feb 25, 2018
We take our morning walk along the beach, broken sand dollars, shattered shells, the strand strewn with unmourned mortality, Endless sea and sand will one day vanish with yesterday’s sand castles lost to tides. What I have learned from daily loss changes my longing...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 22, 2018
To live poetically one must be willing to rest in a constant state of arrival, continuously coming into uncontested presence, every pore a point of entry, every contact received by an inquisitive nerve. vigilant attending all ways always, a fierce commitment to last...
