by Warren Gaston | Dec 2, 2021
Yesterday, while driving, the car behind me honked. My offense: I stopped at a yellow light. I could have gone through, glimpsing up at the glimmer of red as I shot past the intersection on my way down the road. Chances are I would have safely made it, and the tailing...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 13, 2021
My 50 year-old friends are impolite. They discuss my life within earshot, as if I wasn’t there. Sooner or later, I won’t be. I’m happy to hear them rehearse my biography. I listen, a eulogy of sorts, the good, the bad, the ugly, characteristics, habits, hobbies,...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 3, 2021
You cannot be at home until you leave and return, having experienced the difference between away and back, You did not miss what the house lacked until the celebration of your homecoming when you felt the burden of what wasn’t there. . The eagle goes a long...
by Warren Gaston | Nov 1, 2021
“Tikun Olam”* The house is falling down. Let’s paint the walls. There are termites in the attic which explains water in the basement. The hinges on all doors are frozen halfway. Some think frozen open. Some think frozen shut. Let us redecorate with...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 27, 2021
Being dead is a huge inconvenience for everyone but the dead. Family, both miles-away-people and close-ups under the roof, experience a variety of griefs and unsettled grievances. Verbs decay from active to passive, tenses shift from present to past, pronouns from you...
