Lenore Weiss

Pear trees at the outer edge of the parking lot bloomed in faux-snow, the way they did every year on the California delta. I grabbed a handful of snacks, poked

He’d ignored his doctor’s warnings, the diet, the exercise, everything to ease back from a diagnosis of congestive heart failure.  Not exactly come back, as I understood it, there was no

Cleo found a terraced garden at the back of Jensen’s store. She entered through a rickety gate, and placed my cage beneath the shade of a tree. Along the fence

It was the end of August. Jennifer lived with her 12-year-old daughter. Her husband stayed on the other side of the city in a house that used to be theirs,

“Bwaeek!” I beat my wings and tried to fly, but a man threw a cloth bag over my head.   I recognized Jensen’s gravelly voice. “Stop there right there, Ronstone.”  “You

I warmed my wings in a patch of sunshine. The ground below gave off a rotting smell, manure attracting flies. In the past, I would’ve been disgusted by my diet,