The Feeder of Success
A bird feeder dangles outside my kitchen window about a foot from the glass. Drinking coffee in the morning, I watch birds alight there. They have yellow throats, red beaks, blue wings. Any motion is enough to scare them. So I sit still. Someone else sits still on our side of the glass waiting between […]
Here’s How I Got a Job
My short story, “How I Landed a Job” appears in the Winter Solstice issue of riverbabble in cooperation with Pandemonium Press joined by outstanding Bay Area writers Sharon Coleman, Jon Sindell, Kurt Lumpkin, and Rafael Jesus Gonzalez plus others from across the country. Enjoy! http://iceflow.com/riverbabble/issue22/RIVER-F-22-WEISS.HTML>
Albuquerque to Zanzibar
My public persona was shaping up, consorting on the Internet with food banks from Albuquerque to Zanzibar. If she was planning to make a living, believe me. I don’t know how. She was giving away the store for free. When she wasn’t staring at her computer, she spent hours social networking, which meant filling up […]
A Star Trek of the Stomach
(More from the Leftover Chef) My idea was to “create a brand” for myself, which is what my job club had advised. I could teach others how to get by buying next to nothing. An elevator speech unfolded before my eyes. TV’s Food Network made altogether too many demands on the budget requiring the cook […]
Birth of the Leftover Chef
One afternoon before the close of the fiscal year I received a phone call. As a member of the union’s executive team, I guessed the phone call had something to do with layoffs, an item that had been on the agenda for the last several meetings. I was right about the layoff part. We were […]
Notes in the Margin: Poetry in the Information Age
There always have been different “schools’ of poetry, Surrealists, Futurists, Modernists, PostModernists, Language poets. Where are the Technologists? Read my essay on the subject with references to poems by Nina Serrano, William Dickey, Walter Lowenfels, Harryette Mullen, and others. Cheers! Go there now.
Mistaken Identity Theft
A domain name with the same name floating in the clouds. She’s got an architect’s degree and travels to Italy. Great foreign legions of Lenore. What does she know of Edgar Allen Poe’s cabin in the Bronx and roller-skating down Manida Street waiting for someone to break open the fire hydrant? Hemingway, hold the cognac. […]
American Dream Sequence
It was a humzinger of a dream, baby, I dreamed it for you, baby. Gypsy Rose Lee put away your feathers. Things get muddled with interlocking conglomerates high profit on the margin kind of dreams my mother wanted me to be a teacher not a stripper take the summer off with my husband and kids […]
Living Around the Bayou
Down the street, rather along Highway 165, I turned off at Cross Keys Bank to open an account and deposit a check from West End Press in payment for my trip to the Albuquerque Cultural Conference. (Maybe my life is changing.) Cross Keys is a local community bank with origins in St. Joseph, Louisiana and […]
Welcome to the Sterlington, Louisiana Dirt Track Races
Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined I’d be living in the rural south. When I say never, I really mean never. I’m a city girl whose horizon has always been shaped by buildings, never trees; secondly, I’m a Jewish girl, which means that large urban centers are the places where the majority […]