Gregory Payette

Want

I certainly don’t consider myself a poet, but every once in a while I give it a shot. When I wrote “Want” as a poem, it was seven stanzas long, but it wasn’t very good. What I did have in my head, however, was the exact painting I

Being Still

We spend our lives worried about all that we need to do, and what we’re supposed to be doing to make each day more “productive.“ But there’s something to be said for waiting. For being still. I often wish I could go back and enjoy the things—or

Late August

John eased himself into the driver’s seat of his Nova, parked in the lot behind Jack’s Burger Grille. He removed his sneakers and socks and felt some relief with his feet now bare. Rubbing his sore heels, he needed little convincing a man his age should not be

Before the Rain

Leonard pulled the nozzle from the gas tank, gave it a little shake, and placed the nozzle back on the pump. He looked through the station wagon’s rear window. He couldn’t believe all the bags Claire had packed. How long did she think they were going for? He