The Bottom Line
Lenore Weiss
12/13/2014
I will miss you the most in the evening after the dishes are put away and I’ve retired to the bedroom knowing there’s nothing on TV to hold my interest,
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I will miss you the most in the evening after the dishes are put away and I’ve retired to the bedroom knowing there’s nothing on TV to hold my interest,
I’ll tell you the story of the heart poacher, a man with a hunger for hearts. how he rides all day in a wagon looking for one that’s ripe, and when he
We all know the story: Eve plucks the apple from the Tree and God shows her and hubby Adam where to find the time clock. Of course, every tradition has
Old man’s wife dies in Memphis. He moves back to the bayou sits in a fishing cabin for a year collects crickets. In a short while develops ALS. Cold ice.
Beneath a drone of airplanes, I hear the chant of clouds drift across the top of apartment buildings singing songs to glass skylights and satellite dishes; crows gathering on telephone
They appeared as strangers do from a stone pathway– a Moth Princess in a gauze gown, flaming calla lilies, electric fireflies, sea glass lamps shuddering in the light of the garden– and when we