What’s Love Got to Do With It?
Never meant to return, which is not to say I didn’t have dreams about the redwoods with their fragrant pine needles or the Pacific Ocean.… Read More »What’s Love Got to Do With It?
Lenore's collections include "Tap Dancing on the Silverado Trail" (2011) from Finishing Line Press, “Sh’ma Yis’rael” (2007) from Pudding House Publications, and "Cutting Down the Last Tree on Easter Island" (West End Press, 2012). Her writing has won recognition from Poets&Writers (finalist in California Voices contest) and as a finalist for Pablo Neruda Prize, Nimrod International Journal. The Society for Technical Communication has recognized her work regarding Technical Literacy in the schools. All material is copyrighted on this site and cannot be used without the author's permission.
Never meant to return, which is not to say I didn’t have dreams about the redwoods with their fragrant pine needles or the Pacific Ocean.… Read More »What’s Love Got to Do With It?
My poetry collection, Mortal, the third in a trilogy of books about grief and love, has been published by Black Cat Moon Press. To order books,… Read More »Mortal, New Book by Lenore Weiss
We drive to Sacred Stone Camp SUVS, trucks, pick-ups from four directions, stand by the sacred medicine rock, touch the side of the mineral’s flank,… Read More »Camp of the Sacred Stones
For the first time in years I could see the veins on leaves and recognize moles on faces, which was worth wearing a patch and… Read More »My Avatar
1. Fruitvale Bridge Park where fresh water mixes with ocean tides, storm drains from Oakland empty into its mouth wide open rents are industrial and… Read More »Just Like Fruitvale Bridge Park
floating on my back murmurs from the shore a lifeguard’s whistle boogie boards water color red a cloud of seaweed hisses of bubbles dissolve my… Read More »Wellfleet at Olga’s
The old woman who lived in the bottom apartment called me. Her name was Basuma. Freckles covered her hands and arms and made her look… Read More »The First Flying Woman
Mother of Pearl door, Istanbul Nails cut red sea scallops into her thumb Held back from digging deeper. What was the point? He’d shut his… Read More »Hummingbirds
It’s hard to be a bird Do what you were born to do Knowing no one’s Gonna come back Flying through the trees To feed… Read More »Bird Land
I saw you wearing a NYPD T-shirt subscribed to your graveyard of ex-lovers buried behind the house near the burn pile incinerated from memory a… Read More »Zoe Keating Comic Book