Lenore Weiss

When I’m in a Walt Whitman state of mind I want to hug every new mother I see wheeling a sleeping infant in a stroller,… Read More »A Walt Whitman State of Mind

The begonia survived the winter wind Smashing its pot on the porch Bits falling down the stairs like a slinky Heading toward the bottom Picked… Read More »New Beginnings: for Mara

I had two older sisters, but grew up feeling like an only child. We were five years apart and I was the youngest. My sisters… Read More »Sister Love (to be continued)

Working as a writer in the computer industry suited me fine. First, I contracted at engineering companies. I moved on to other positions. My role… Read More »Notes Made in Melted Margarine

I did not go looking for Mable Pyne. She found me. Knowing I enjoyed books, my partner’s daughter gifted me with The Little Geography of the… Read More »Mable Pyne Found Me

I will be at Clio’s March 26, 7-9pm with Lee Rossi and Paul Corman Roberts. Each of us will share from published work, offering glimpses… Read More »Influence, Reinvention and Work that Endures: A Discussion With Three Bay Area Writers

Mable Pyne, the name sounds like a character from a book written by Carson McCullers, southerly with a lonely heart, she doesn’t give too much… Read More »Introducing the One and Only: Mable Pyne

Deer bite off the heads of my coreopsis, yellow sunbursts of blossoms I was hoping to see every morning outside my window, but now only… Read More »Coreopsis Olive Yellow

Dry grass falls down the hill like an old man’s whiskers sticking out every which-way; I’m driving on the road where fog roosts in branches… Read More »Driving Through the Woods

Ever since Christmas, malls have knocked off 20 percent from their original reduced prices. I hear Dean Martin crooning, “I’ll Be Home for Christmas,” his… Read More »Bad Smells After Christmas