Song for Guns & License
Paper mill town closed down.
Sporting goods store the big draw.
Hunters shop for camouflage,
a new barrel gauge. Deer season.
Song for Guns & License
Paper mill town closed down.
Sporting goods store the big draw.
Hunters shop for camouflage,
a new barrel gauge. Deer season.
Six months here,
I’m in a red chair with a … Continue reading→
By Lenore Weiss
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 engineers, marketing and business analysts, and to … Continue reading→
By Lenore Weiss
What language do you think I’m talking? Yes, give me a cigarette. I’m feeling about as shitty as yesterday when they brought me in and my hand hurts. It’s bandaged. Busted it through the glass when I … Continue reading→
In Istanbul: Faith Has No Name
By Lenore Weiss
1.
Old men talking on park benches
sound the same in every country,
a soft humming of the same tune,
witnesses to toppled governments,
news of sickness, … Continue reading→
Mother Courage
By Lenore Weiss
She sits on a bench wearing a carved tree resin rose
black garbage bag filled with acorns,
eucalyptus leaves, her bandages of flesh.
Whatever she finds she stuffs into her hotch-potch pot,
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