KateC Gaston
Bio
Perhaps a bit more curious than has been good for her, nonetheless Kate C has pursued her fascination with humans and nature. Currently she focuses on the fragil and fracturing aspects of relationships, using her own bi-coastal history.
Stories (5/0)
The Night Race
We spot it heading out, a fourteen-foot sloop, one mast, two sails, a solitary figure in the stern, the reflection of the sun bouncing back and forth between thickening sky and water, blinding us to any distinctive features. But the joy with which the small craft leaps forward, the smart handling of her sails, lift our sedentary hearts with the promise of the afternoon. As a wave smacks the hull, we taste the sea, feel its froth on our cheeks, and stand up from our camp chairs, move near the edge of the headlands, and stand moored together with binoculars and heavy slickers. Suddenly we're not birders anymore, we are sailors again.
By KateC Gaston3 years ago in Humans
YOUR MAGNIFICENT BOUILLABAISSE BRUNCH
YOUR MAGNIFICENT BOUILLABAISSE LATE LUNCH Awash with scents of salt and rosemary, fresh basil and ripe Roma tomatoes, crushed garlic and parsley, and fish, glorious fish, this broth stirs you, seeps deep inside you, softly settling; the foundation of all life, the sea.
By KateC Gaston3 years ago in Feast
All in the Presentation
Standing by that Photo of Fallen Trees, the one by that famous wilderness photographer. You know the one, at least you’ll recognize the image. It’s on display at the far back of the gallery, but you can see it when you are looking down the main hallway. There, under that very photo, your date awaits in a brown leather jacket, dark hair and holding a glass of wine. It will be merlot.
By KateC Gaston3 years ago in Viva
THE MINUTIA OF LIFE
The Minutia of Life Train Station, Downtown Portland, Oregon, December 19, 10 pm. "Listen, Ginny, we’re inside the women’s restroom in the Chicago Amtrak Station. If you get this message, cause you did not pick up your phone just now, if you get this message, well. Well, just know that you did hear from us here. We think we’re being followed, I mean, some man started being everywhere we went today, all around downtown, even in Nordstrom where we ended up buying winter coats because it is way too cold here in Chicago and parts east. Then a little while ago, after we’d bought something to eat, Maddie saw him at the ticket window, chatting up the clerk, before buying a ticket. He’s been hanging around the waiting area near us. When the loudspeaker announced the train to parts east, ending in New York City, was delayed for ninety minutes, the guy disappeared into the men’s room. That’s when we hightailed it into the womens. We’re down at the end in the handicap stall, the only one big enough for both of us to hide, along with our luggage. We’re waiting for our train to be announced, and we’ll call you again to let you know we made the train without any trouble from this jerk. Okay. Well, I’m going to hang up now."
By KateC Gaston3 years ago in Humans
