Cataract
thistle stalks with silvery thorns not yet turned iron in the summer heat the explosion of a buckeye’s start poppies close up after hours helicopters go on… Read More »Cataract
Sample poetry by Lenore Weiss
thistle stalks with silvery thorns not yet turned iron in the summer heat the explosion of a buckeye’s start poppies close up after hours helicopters go on… Read More »Cataract
Ellipticals, treadmills, exercise bikes, pick my way through a forest of equipment gauge how close or far I wish to be from monitors displaying talk… Read More »24-Hour Fitness
Louisiana bayou, you are a collection basket for Mother Nature’s hand-me-downs.
I look at the walls of your town house where you lived for more than forty years and died after your hundredth birthday just as… Read More »Ode to Aunt Elsie
National Croissant Day at Starbucks coffee counter doesn’t mean a free roll for every shopper, if only to commemorate a special event, people place orders… Read More »Tucson Starbucks
Not the freaking desert, my father would rather spend his day at the beach, my mother, always in charge of food, packed egg sandwiches and… Read More »Saguaro
In a loosely gathered knot, cousins from different airports arrive at her bedside, morphine placed beneath her tongue, a liquid sacrament. Friends want her to… Read More »Visiting Hours
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… Read More »Heart Poacher
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… Read More »Changelings in a World of Broken
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… Read More »Lake Merritt Autumn Lights Festival, 2014