Author Archives: Lenore Weiss

About Lenore Weiss

Lenore's collections include "Tap Dancing on the Silverado Trail" (2011) from Finishing Line Press, “Sh’ma Yis’rael” (2007) from Pudding House Publications, and "Cutting Down the Last Tree on Easter Island" (West End Press, 2012). Her writing has won recognition from Poets&Writers (finalist in California Voices contest) and as a finalist for Pablo Neruda Prize, Nimrod International Journal. The Society for Technical Communication has recognized her work regarding Technical Literacy in the schools. All material is copyrighted on this site and cannot be used without the author's permission.

Portland in the Alberta District

Only in Portland can the words real estate and karma be conjoined in a single sentence. I listened to two guys who embraced their coffee mugs as they talked about downsizing and how the “laws of economics” have done them … Continue reading

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I Don’t Know What to Do Anymore

This morning a massacre in Las Vegas by one very troubled human being with rifles stored in his hotel room who a few weeks ago sent his 90-year-old mother a walker for her birthday. Reporters said it was the largest … Continue reading

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The Hamsa, Hand of Fatima, Hand of Miriam

Five outstretched fingers protector of all those at the crossroads piles of glass shards vomited between jobs marriages hurricanes translucent shimmery drift of sunlight the crawl of ivy altaring the side of a building stalks of dried anise hold onto each other as … Continue reading

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Online Dating Contest

Annabelle was my best girlfriend and by that, I mean the one who’s seen me through a divorce, at least two abortions that I’m willing to admit, and the birth of one of my children with shit coming out of … Continue reading

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Galatea, the living statue

The longest Galatea had ever held one pose was for two and half hours while sitting close to the port of Barcelona where tourists strolled by wondering if they had actually reached the end of La Rambla, and seeing no … Continue reading

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Janis in Port Arthur, Texas

Excuse me, sir, but need an assist? I can see that you’re sitting around like a hang-dog watching the water recede from your porch like someone’s pulled the bathtub plug and it’s all going to shit. Pardon my potty mouth. … Continue reading

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The Divorce Papers

They’d been married for more than 20 years but hadn’t lived together for most of that time, she firmly fastened like a paper clip to one side of the country, and he to the other, collecting frequent flyer miles in … Continue reading

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Gus Bigman, the Giant

There once lived a giant, not your ordinary run-of-the-mill giant. Spiders and beetles fought each other for a place to room in his greasy hair. He never brushed his teeth. They were greenish-yellow. Some people who lived in the next state … Continue reading

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Hit the Road, Jack

A family of quail scurry out from stage left and stage right and plow into each other. All of them look like drama queens. I tell her, “Watch out. You don’t want to be downwind from a port-a-potty.” She waves me … Continue reading

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Zumba Class

We started going at the same time, angling to get a spot not too close to the front of the mirror, but not too far in the back either. One day Jan and I both showed up wearing identical black and white-patterned leggings. “We could … Continue reading

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