by Warren Gaston | Aug 9, 2021
These days I don’t do much. I like not doing much. It gives me something to do. In the early morning I sit and wait. Not waiting, exactly. Not like waiting for Christmas, waiting for the cable guy, or waiting for the 6 o’clock news. More like watching. Like keeping an...
by Warren Gaston | Aug 6, 2021
All the locks and keys, deadbolts, combinations, security cameras, codes, and motion detectors, and yet somehow he broke into his own life without setting off alarms and robbed himself blind. ____________________________________________ Everyone knows this person...
by Warren Gaston | Aug 4, 2021
What can be said for silence? Not much.
by Warren Gaston | Aug 4, 2021
Somewhere out there, (you know who you are), we almost hit. To be clear, you almost hit me from behind. You were changing lanes to get a head start at the light, I was slowing toward full stop. One of those ‘not quite’ existential moments which tightens...
by Warren Gaston | Aug 3, 2021
In a certain year, a late year, this year, I have suddenly become allergic to cherries. I have enjoyed cherries all of my life. Now they are in season, cheap in the grocery store, and I have been wolfing cherries down. There is a process to eating a cherry. Six...
