The Fool
Lenore Weiss
02/25/2012
I can find my car in the parking lot by the way the back window is spotted from my past. To pass time I read the fine print of oysters and watch
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I can find my car in the parking lot by the way the back window is spotted from my past. To pass time I read the fine print of oysters and watch
“Where had I been all these years? Instead of reading books, I should’ve been at video arcades perfecting my hand eye coordination and driving vehicles up the vertical side of
Books outlining my walls attest to the fact that I am an inveterate reader and book collector. Heretofore, I have resisted adoption of the e-book in favor of the screen.
I lived along the edge of wet stairs, watched stone lose out to the incursion of lapping insistence, a place where I gathered myself, a sensation of cold and sometimes
Louisiana, home of a thousand Family Dollar stores and cotton farms planted with corn for ethanol I think of you as I return to Oakland, report for jury duty with hundreds
Thursday, May 9, 7 to 9pm Kehilla Community Synagogue, 1300 Grand Avenue Piedmont, California (diagonally across from ACE Hardware) Joined by Lucille Lang Day, author of “Married at Fourteen,” nominated