Gary Gladstone
Today I will write more because last week I let a million distractions keep me from actually hitting the keys.
I’ll start now.
I feel better because of my resolve. Let’s start.
Let me just check email first. I’ll open this Continue reading The Fine Art Of Not Writing
Rummaging through some old college notebooks from a box in the attic the other day, I came upon a protest flyer from my senior year at Iona College, in New Rochelle, New York. It was May of 1970, and I was weeks away from graduating. “ON STRIKE” the flyer proclaims. Continue reading Four Dead in O-hi-o
Driving home after dark, chapped- lipped and thirsty. Too tired to wrestle with my bag for the lip balm tucked in a side pocket, so I open my mouth wide and stretch my cheeks back, brandishing an excited killer clown Continue reading Necessary Things and Other Ramblings
