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.

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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My Toyota Corolla

There have to be at least ten other white Corollas lined up in the mall parking lot. Doesn’t matter. Something in my body responds to the curve of its fins. Fit like a gym workout. My car and I are … Continue reading

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An Extra Hand

Felix stared at a tree before the next kid invasion. All he had to do was pick up kids from school and bring them back to the community center. Easier than being a home aide and emptying bedpans. Better than delivering pizza … Continue reading

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From the Lower Depths: for Dorothea Lange

A living room in the street beneath the freeway where a dog barks 24/7 tied to a clothes line a sawhorse corralled near a barbecue pit pallets and bedspreads rescued from last year’s construction site a chair missing one arm … Continue reading

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Pecanland Mall: Monroe, Louisiana

God’s Infidels we drive to Pecanland on Sunday morning everyone else is in church it’s the new blockbuster Star Trek into Darkness purchase tickets wait inside a 450-seat food court eerie as a Klingon vessel. Only one other group sit … Continue reading

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The Art and Heartache of Losing a Cat

My cat went missing. The same day I lost my car keys. These things happen in pairs. Which is why I’m anxious. On the bus I check my backpack a dozen times to make sure my money is in the … Continue reading

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even the crazy ones sleep

She stood in the aisle dancing, her hands undulated in rivulets. Earbuds in, pencil thin jeans. Later when a bunch of people exited she sat down next to me and admired my rings. Said she always had trouble getting rings. … Continue reading

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