Lenore Weiss

I might have talked about chicken bones at my first state of the city address and riled the whole city. But I’m not a Donald Trump stirring up the minions

We live in a bafflement of words like smoke from a fire making eyes tear and throats scratchy only we don’t realize we are being talked to death by dyslexic vapors fucking

I talk to my plants. I also talk to my cats while scratching their ears and discussing the weather or what’s for dinner. But plant-to-person communication involves a different kind

Norma was my other friend who became my best friend. We met on the first day of second grade. I was nervous, sitting at my desk listening to Mrs. Hershkovitz,

My mother took it as a personal insult that she had a sickly child. How could she have a daughter whom you could blow over with a single breath? She

During my father’s stay in the hospital, my mother was diagnosed with an advanced cancer. A year after his death, my sister called from Florida, this time to say that