Lenore Weiss

1.I’ve owned four vehicles at different times of my life, all trusted companions on the road. The first was a cough syrup green 1971 Toyota Corolla, but for me, it

I move to strike the last wordbut the bugs might eat us Move to strike the last wordin a glass of memory, the color of char Move to strike the

Here’s where stunt Guinivere jumps on her white steed, circles around the bandstand several times before digging with her heels into the sides of the stallion’s flanks so they’ll both

“We could be twins,” she said. Twins because we wore the same black and pink outfits. I was older and thirty pounds heavier, which is why I’d signed up for zumba. She’s

I’ve never seen a picture of Bob Dylanlooking like a baby girl but who knows one day the photo may pop up someone swearing on social media it’s Bobby scowling at

I watched two young men struggle with a bed frame, easing it down a ramp, waving at each other as they danced to and fro in the parking lot. Once