Lenore Weiss

On a planet long ago, there was only one color. And that color was white. People had white buildings, white suits, food, and many more things. Even the planet was

The stone cannot understand the unkindness of water never stopping, never pausing to say something as inoffensive as “hello.” The water keeps moving toward a band of rocks just below

The Shepherd scrapes the aluminum bowl on the concrete with her nose, a toy when it becomes empty. All night I hear her toss the aluminum bowl. She gets thinner