Honey Cake
Before she died, she wore an orange ruffle to her 100th birthday party, now photographs on the walls, earth-tone paintings, the same shade as a coverlet thrown across her queen-sized bed where I watch cooking programs until I fall asleep, holed up in her town-house near the Catalina Mountains, two suitcases and a computer, an […]
Email to Benjamin Netanyahu in Response to Gaza
My port-a-potty, but right now not feeling proud being related to Sarah, Rachel and Miriam, daughter of Lilith, member of an ancient tribe
Two Places Now Available for Purchase
“Lenore Weiss’ psychic linguistic engagement borders on the transcendent, the mystical and familiar.”
–Sharon Doubiago, author and member, PEN Oakland
Paschal Lamb
and maybe it will be a promised land when values can run wild
and trump the Trumps everywhere
I Hate Walmart
“I pass an aisle of travel mugs in different colors, and sizes, with Disney characters, Duck Dynasty members, motorcycle riders and flowers growing in orange and purple, overdosing in consumer excess and Walmart is the pusher.” I hate pulling into Walmart’s parking lot in Monroe, Louisiana, where I watch out for motorized patrons who carry […]
Whippoorwill
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 10 chubby–but I’m no longer that size and I could not find you On some days your eyes turned green, other times hazel like Salvador […]
Yahrzeit Candle
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 my father, the hand-balancer. Monday through Saturday you made orthopedic shoes near Second Avenue in New York City, now divided between a tarot reader and […]
Hands and Feet
Whenever we took the subway to Orchard Beach,
my father held my hand until the last stop
at Pelham Bay Park where we waited for the bus
to drop us off behind the bath house.
A Pencil and a Friendship
When I think of the witch in Hansel and Gretel, I think of my kindergarten teacher from P.S. 48 in the Bronx, Mrs. Burke. Her one saving grace was that she introduced me to a kaleidoscope, a prism that illustrated how one thing can appear differently. But in all honesty, my fear of […]
A Person of Carriage
She spoke with a Hungarian accent, her speech
bordered on vines and blue forget-me-nots