Lenore Weiss

Each day I kept hearing more reports of new spikes in the corona virus. Governors around the country repeated the same mantra, but this time with more urgency and conviction:

I’m sitting on my patio on this second day of summer. The previous evening, the sky remained a dusky rose until after 9 pm. This morning I washed my floors

Before the chain letters of black and white were placed before my eyesInducting me into a history That began on slave ships launched from West AfricaMade me promise to see a

Thumbnail portraitsthe twelve-point questionnaire, did you sleep okay, what are you cooking do you have friends, do you pick your nose pay your bills, wash your undiesthe mundane multiplied but

In the olden days, everyone rushed outside the house, spellbound by the alarm clock, the cellphone, the cat or dog scratching to get outside. A rush to the bathroom fogging