Lenore Weiss

I met you two hours after you were born Wrapped in a tortilla’s worth of blankets, An infant with bloodlines from three continents Who rests… Read More »New Beginnings

I distill these moments from paged memory and expand my soul before the air runs out.

This week I didn’t need my GPS device to find my way to the office. Instead I watched clouds cast shadows over the foothills, the… Read More »Intermezzo Diatribe: Up to Code and Other Thoughts

We watch the news like everyone else, and read online like everyone else, and hear the same story like everyone else, but we’re not everyone… Read More »War Goes On and On and Why?

A girl was bending down to the pavement, taking her time to look and look again, it seemed as though she would fall head-first as… Read More »Could be the Start of Something Bigger

The neighbors flooded MacArthur Avenue-2

I stood on the corner of the hospital waving for the Uber to pick me up at the curb in the snowstorm, hoping Lew was… Read More »Testimony by Scary Uber Driver in a Snowstorm

I’d finished watching a movie about the military in Argentina, the dirty wars of 1976 to 1983 where nearly thirty thousand people were arrested and… Read More »Thomas Jefferson Don’t Look Now

Dylan Thomas, the great Welsh poet, captured the essence of turgor pressure when he wrote, “The force that through the green fuse drives the flower… Read More »Turgor Pressure (What is it?) and Dylan Thomas

Suddenly sprouting from dry backyards one or two, even three in late summer, pink as cotton candy or pink as face powder naked ladies along… Read More »Pelicans Write a Note in the Upwards Sky