Listen as you surf the Internet and press the remote of your cable. I am a data packet that wants to be delivered into your electronic arms. Open your gateway.
My God, you made a cold call, pressed a button knowing it was a safe bet. I’m not talking about Enter, Continue or Next. I mean the Mommy button, milky in construct, pliable
Some kind of a joke, to allow me to find love half-way across the country. His arms? His lips? Give me a break. On Skype? For years I waited for someone
OOO can mean any variety of things: I’m not in the office occupying my usual cubicle space and sitting in a chair with my feet raised on a two-drawer file
“Sitting in front of the computer, my brain and hands connect in a singular, focused way across the keyboard.” I’ve worked from home for most of my adult life, more
I can find my car in the parking lot by the way the back window is spotted from my past. To pass time I read the fine print of oysters and watch
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