A Person of Carriage
–for Aunt Jeanette She spoke with a Hungarian accent, her speech bordered on vines and blue forget-me-nots dropped her w’s in soft cushions beneath my… Read More »A Person of Carriage
Sample poetry by Lenore Weiss
–for Aunt Jeanette She spoke with a Hungarian accent, her speech bordered on vines and blue forget-me-nots dropped her w’s in soft cushions beneath my… Read More »A Person of Carriage
Eastern Tiger Swallowtail “Coincidences of pattern is one of the wonders of nature.” –Vladimir Nabokov The same evening he plugged himself into an amplifier… Read More »Eastern Tiger Swallowtail
Satchmo, of course; the Marsalis family, naturally, even Ann Rice, and her vampirish underground. But me living in Louisiana? You’ve got to be kidding! I… Read More »The Morgue, the Merrier
The next morning a single Eastern Tiger Swallowtail,
Black wings and a blue band, outside the garage door.
All morning it sampled Hosta, and wouldn’t go away.
thunders its approach in the wrapping paper of grey clouds, deposits a calling card of silver beads on a chute of grass
Satchmo, of course; the Marsalis family, naturally, even Ann Rice, and her vampirish underground. But me living in Louisiana? You’ve got to be kidding! I… Read More »The Morgue, the Merrier
thunders its approach in the wrapping paper of grey clouds, lights down to deposit a calling card– silver beads on a chute of grass
We are God’s Infidels driving to Pecanland Mall on Sunday morning (everyone’s in church) to see the new blockbuster, Star Trek into Darkness, purchase tickets,… Read More »Movie Review: Latest Trek
The city etched her face into a pie chart wedges of a nose, mouth, eyes shadowed, each an escapee from the big picture, a radioactive half-life not… Read More »Cancer Survivor in the City
For the past thirty years I have drawn the same face on napkins and in the margins of notebooks. Why am I predisposed to the… Read More »My Own Personal Hotspot (Upcoming Readings)