Lenore Weiss

I had two older sisters, but grew up feeling like an only child. We were five years apart and I was the youngest. My sisters called me the baby, and

Working as a writer in the computer industry suited me fine. First, I contracted at engineering companies. I moved on to other positions. My role required me to interview software

I did not go looking for Mable Pyne. She found me. Knowing I enjoyed books, my partner’s daughter gifted me with The Little Geography of the United States. As far as

I will be at Clio’s March 26, 7-9pm with Lee Rossi and Paul Corman Roberts. Each of us will share from published work, offering glimpses of where we started, where

Mable Pyne, the name sounds like a character from a book written by Carson McCullers, southerly with a lonely heart, she doesn’t give too much away and stands upright like

Deer bite off the heads of my coreopsis, yellow sunbursts of blossoms I was hoping to see every morning outside my window, but now only sad stumps are left leaning