by Warren Gaston | Feb 18, 2018
I write to change the world, a futile effort, so I’ve been told, so I believe. Who reads my poor words? Yet, the world changes. Or do I? A surfer constantly recovering his standing on a wave.
by Warren Gaston | Feb 16, 2018
After the Florida school shooting I almost sent out my thoughts & prayers. A l m o s t. Then, hearing the president & Paul Ryan speak I changed my mind. In this gun-crazed paranoid culture, my thoughts about guns don’t have a...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 14, 2018
I bought you a Valentine’s Day present online, cold candy and a dozen cool red roses on the stem. I ordered the gift from invisibilities.com. It should be on your door step as you read this note. Go look. If you can see a package it’s not from...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 10, 2018
The day races from the sun. The morning shrinks, the afternoon stretches, the evening hurries forward, the night falls back. Sand runs through the hourglass. The chronologic snake swallows its tail. Tomorrow becomes today becomes yesterday becomes memory, possible...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 6, 2018
Away from the noise crowded streets of Sorrento we walked an orchard lane between lemon trees, the plump yellow fruit of the Amalfi coast hung as daylit lanterns among branches. A woman our age but much older yelled at us from within her black dress words we did not...
by Warren Gaston | Feb 4, 2018
I want to outlive the need for accomplishment and luxuriate in the rich fact of being.
by Warren Gaston | Jan 31, 2018
The shadow belongs to the light.
by Warren Gaston | Jan 21, 2018
“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.” Robert Herrick 1591-1674 Don’t mind time, ye young. Pay no heed to the calendar or the clock. Digitals have vanquished the tick...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 14, 2018
I did not board the train, and therefore, I did not unexpectedly arrive in Seattle after a long cross-country trip I did not take. No one waited for me at the station, and if they did it was a sheer coincidence. I did not tell anyone to meet me, or not. Having not...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 10, 2018
“Into this world we’re thrown / Like a dog without a bone”. The Doors “Riders on the Storm” (1971) after a slow gathering of material sensations & molecules suddenly we arrive thrown into a pattern of particulate particulars...
