Glenda the Good Witch at the Craps Table
There are no more brooms to burn.
No more truncated truces.
poetry
Stormy Weather
A storm begins as a harmless patter, a shuffle on the pavement, an occasional trip-trap coming down at the same tempo, target practice increasing in… Read More »Stormy Weather
William Dickey’s Desk
An oak roll-top with a locking lever
to keep out snoops,
antique with a brass plate
from George H. Fuller in San Francisco–
Judge Judy
See My Books He planted daffodils, tea roses, peonies, morning glories to climb higher deities— bricks, along the fence, surrounding the pole near begonias, the… Read More »Judge Judy
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
Sisters
For years I didn’t like either one of you, felt I was returning the favor— the baby, an annoyance, an inconvenience, the one you dragged… Read More »Sisters
Ten Years Later
“No limits, just edges.” –Jackson Pollack You were so fantastic, reminded me of Gene Wilder with wild eyes, green and lashed, red hair spun by… Read More »Ten Years Later
Mandela Elegy
On that day in Oakland,
Every concession stand sold your t-shirt,
a silk-screened picture, fist raised
for the last leg of a world-wide tour
The 99% in Crossett, Arkansas
When you’re in the belly of the monster You don’t consider if your lipgloss is sticky Or if your hair spray is crunchy Or how… Read More »The 99% in Crossett, Arkansas
Sitting in Duck Country
Find the university police office opposite the Burger King on DeSiard. The library is down the street from the KFC, the Farmer’s Market for satsumas… Read More »Sitting in Duck Country