Glenda the Good Witch at the Craps Table
There are no more brooms to burn.
No more truncated truces.
There are no more brooms to burn.
No more truncated truces.
“…that was that, we could do no more—had to trust to sun and water and time…” My first garden grew in the Hunts Point section of the Bronx where every
It seems odd that the Louisiana state slogan on its license plate is Sportsman’s Paradise. I am not a sport in the way that the slogan implies (hunting or fishing),
A storm begins as a harmless patter, a shuffle on the pavement, an occasional trip-trap coming down at the same tempo, target practice increasing in accuracy until its velocity becomes
An oak roll-top with a locking lever
to keep out snoops,
antique with a brass plate
from George H. Fuller in San Francisco–
Lawns were work. Not only did people have to cut them, but just like in Ecclesiastes, there was a time to scatter seeds, a time to fertilize, and a time
Collaborative Zoom Reading: Maw Shein Win, Lenore Weiss, Alex Mattraw & Tiff Dressen
7-8pm
Thursday, March 26, 2026Clio’s Books, 353 Grand Avenue, 7pm to 9pm Influence, Reinvention & Work that EnduresLenore Weiss, Lee Rossi & Paul Corman-Roberts
Friday, April 17, 2026
National Poetry MonthSF Writers Grotto, 5-7 pm1663 Mission Street, #602
San Francisco, CA