Lenore Weiss

Vernon and Jay got together on most Sunday afternoons to practice guitar. They sat in Vernon’s garage. The door was open and wouldn’t close. A… Read More »Smoking in the Garage

Lila’s shadow was caught in the wheels of a shopping cart as she moved toward the automatic opening doors. Walmart’s entrance was blocked by rows… Read More »Ariel Discovers Multitudes in WalMart

It happened during a green and sticky almost summer two months before the end of sixth grade. It seemed like my past didn’t exist anymore.… Read More »New Beginnings

Fear rose in her throat and hollowed out her stomach—lost with no idea how to get home. Liana kept watching the plumed purple bird that… Read More »Time of the Great Feathering (from The Pool of Knowledge)

My best friend’s dog hung himself, but it wasn’t exactly my fault. The dog’s name was Albert. His ears were his best feature—floppy in an… Read More »Hanging by a Leash

People say you get smaller as you age, and cite any number of relatives to prove their point. For example, how a 6’4” basketball player… Read More »On Becoming a Giraffe

In a place called Oakside no different than any poor village, there once lived a girl named Liana. Her hair was brilliantly black and shone… Read More »Liana Runs Away

Dangling from fingers the blue sail of my mask twirls tacking me to the Golden Gate wind kicking up nowdisplays the ocean’s white petticoatsseals in wet suitsfrying donuts… Read More »Mask Epilogue

I was there for the big bang when they imploded the 11-story Oak Knoll Naval Hospital, itself a combat veteran of changing times whispering dust… Read More »In the Spring of 2011

I’m not sure why everything that might make people’s lives easier and less stressful, is brushed aside by many Republicans with the stinging slur of… Read More »The Slur of Socialism