by Warren Gaston | Aug 11, 2021
I do not want to go to Hawaii. Always have not wanted to go. Too dangerous. Too much sunshine. Too many pineapples. Too much sugar cane. Swaying grass hips. Sweetness and light. Too much white silky sand. Too many waves massaging the beach. The urge would be to lie...
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...
by Warren Gaston | Aug 1, 2021
There comes a time, inevitably, when decay overpowers repair, systems muddle, some, many, most, rafters lose hold of the roof, foundations are pounded to powder, windows no longer disguise transparency, smoke rises, not through the chimney but from the house on fire....
by Warren Gaston | Jul 27, 2021
No charge for the air you breathe. Sunlight through the window comes with the pane. The softness of the mattress is free, the mattress is not. The tile in the bathroom is built into the overall price, so are the faucets at the sink and the running water. The tv remote...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 25, 2021
I wanted to write you a letter, John, thanking for Love and Fame. You were there. Much. I liked you, your friend Henry, your seriously playful syntax, your modest excesses, your extroverted introspection, full face forward, inside out. Now I read that you are dead,...
by Warren Gaston | Jul 19, 2021
My favorite hat is not even my hat. I found it orphaned on a bench in park. It first sat on another history; someone who preferred blue, someone who fished, someone who tied his own flies. If you saw me wearing it you might well think I was that one. I neither fish...
