by Warren Gaston | Jan 11, 2023
Evidently, I don’t feel the need to be somebody. No exertion toward celebrity for me. It’s too late now. I’m in my eightieth year. If I wanted to be somebody I should have started years ago. Once I was almost somebody, briefly. Something I did a reporter thought...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 10, 2023
for Bill & Randy Deep winter, barely the new year in. the lane impassible, we parked the car on Highway 55 and hiked a freezing mile through a pine infused shadows. Arriving at the ice crusted cabin, we gathered wood, paper, matches built a fire in the cast iron...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 8, 2023
I didn’t need a t.v. weatherwoman. I knew it was cold from information gathered from the seat of my pants as I sat on an iron bench on campus in love with Mae. How did I know it was love I was in, and how did I know it was Mae? A pilot, relying on weather reports,...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 4, 2023
You’re not going to believe a word of this, not a word, although it’s true, sort of. I was told this by a friend who sometimes lies. We all lie a little, sometimes. We say what’s true is false. We say what’s false is true. Not always. Sometimes. Not a lie, exactly,...
by Warren Gaston | Jan 1, 2023
We have lived through many moons, quarter, half-moon, full moon, dark, month after month, season after season, years come and years gone, spilling and filling, over and again the cup of borrowed light that is our life, spiraling toward a final fullness, journey of...
