William Dickey’s Desk
Lenore Weiss
07/15/2014
An oak roll-top with a locking lever
to keep out snoops,
antique with a brass plate
from George H. Fuller in San Francisco–
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An oak roll-top with a locking lever
to keep out snoops,
antique with a brass plate
from George H. Fuller in San Francisco–
Lawns were work. Not only did people have to cut them, but just like in Ecclesiastes, there was a time to scatter seeds, a time to fertilize, and a time to spray for bugs. It seemed endless, a weekend ritual of cutting grass, grass that always grew back. It was like Sisyphus rolling a rock up a hill, and then it rolling back down again. Wby?
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