Lenore Weiss

Something about my being in darkness, in deep quiet, translucent petals of magnolia trees on the pavement, rotating like a planet troubled by gravity shifting from one edge to the

My great aunt with cloudy cataract eyes came to our house and changed rectangles of paper into something else. Snip. Snip. Snip with scissors from our sewing box. She unfolded

One day at lunch-time in San Francisco’s financial district, my co-worker pulled a book from one of the stalls along the Embarcadero and handed it to me. He said, “You

When someone invites you to the 37th America’s World Cup, there’s little reason to hesitate. It’s the oldest international sports trophy competition operating since 1851. The race was being held

Life is filled with change– so here’s the update about my rescheduled event at the Rockridge Branch Library.  I’ll be in conversation with Tarshel Beards about my recently released novel, Pulp