Lenore Weiss

My pulse was in my ears echoing beneath stone walls; pomegranate and chestnut trees shaded the courtyard, leaves immobile in the dry desert. I pulled my coat closer around my

Located on the border of Louisiana and Arkansas, everyone bought beer at Earl’s Half & Half. It was a goldmine. The liquor half was in the state of Louisiana and

Like Jill, I climbed, or more exactly, drove up the hill. Over the last seven years, developers had transformed Campus Drive from a weed patch leading to Merritt College, into

A week after I returned from my oldest sister’s funeral, my eye fastened in the library upon the title of a book–Sisters by Daisy Johnson. It had been a long time since

I leapt across the sinkhole along Leona Canyon, the place where I hike past Bay Laurel Trees and buckeyes, a stream now subdividing the pathway into gravel and soggy leaves,

1. RFK and JFK, a bridge and an airport, but in another part of NYC, I leave my sister in the ground, it wasn’t a heart attack, just some ploy