Whippoorwill
Lenore Weiss
11/13/2013
I looked for you riding the down escalator on my way to the bargain table at Alexander’s where you used to take me to find a dress in a girl’s
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I looked for you riding the down escalator on my way to the bargain table at Alexander’s where you used to take me to find a dress in a girl’s
Trees shrug leaves like rusted appliances no one wants. New leaves grow without a discount they can’t recant. And see my recent review of “Coming Close: Forty Essays on Philip
For a big man, you left a small footprint, on your shoulders people created arabesques, formed pyramids as I watched from the edge of a plaid blanket knowing you were
I wear a young woman’s body, my skin taut and burning bright, scrubbed clean with a loofah, the scent of lavender or rose tucked away like a handkerchief in all
Down the street, rather along Highway 165, I turned off at Cross Keys Bank to open an account and deposit a check from West End Press in payment for my trip to
Dueling election signs on front lawns. On the right, a candidate condemns the federal government, another appears on TV and says nothing . She grabs the end of a silver