The dental hygienist didn’t talk about her boyfriend or her latest home improvement project or even the movie she saw on Netflix, so funny, she couldn’t stop laughing. She yanks
See My Books He planted daffodils, tea roses, peonies, morning glories to climb higher deities— bricks, along the fence, surrounding the pole near begonias, the shed. I sit on a
“Lenore Weiss’ psychic linguistic engagement borders on the transcendent, the mystical and familiar.”
–Sharon Doubiago, author and member, PEN Oakland
A portion of my memoir is now available from the Spring/Summer issue of Full of Crow. Editor Paul Corman-Roberts has called it “intense, surreal and erotic…” You don’t have to
I’ve taken off a day from work and prepare myself for a hot soak, a totally outrageous notion because for years I’ve shared my bathroom time with Anna who remains unconvinced that she can do without me for five or ten minutes.
On my trip back from the gym today, I saw a bump not too far from the house and slowed down. It was a turtle. I remembered how this time