Arlene Weiner: I’m Vick’s Dog
We’re bred to fight, fed to fight, blooded, trained to fight, hold on tight till victory and if we’re chained, some hanged or brained who don’t have heart enough, … Continue reading
Arlene Weiner: At Spuyten Duyvil
My brother stood many an hour to watch and name the trains where they crossed the Harlem River the powerful diesel engines the long countable freights the slender silver … Continue reading
Arlene Weiner: In Dreams I Ride a Bus
Because a bus is a house of many windows Because it carries light through dark streets and shade through hot streets Because it is safety between the sadness of … Continue reading
Arlene Weiner: Indecision 2016
Bernie’s an idealist—I am too. I’m another liberal New York Jew. I won’t blame him for the worst Bernie Bros And I won’t blame Clinton for her work at Rose. … Continue reading
Arlene Weiner: Experiment in Living
Not as a man, but like a man: in a two-room cabin with pegs where I’d hang five shirts, two pairs of pants. A peacoat, watch cap. Boots and galoshes … Continue reading
Arlene Weiner: Seconds and Irregulars
instruct me in perfection. How many ways things go awry. Take for example these simple sheets. One color’s misprinted, the sky-blue, the pattern everywhere askew. Or stripes mismatched, embellished hem … Continue reading
Arlene Weiner: Advice to a Daughter
. A man is like the United States. . He is stronger than you but less flexible. He is impatient. . He expects you to smile. He forgets easily. He … Continue reading
Arlene Weiner: An Oven Bird (with apologies to Robert Frost)
We’d eaten quite as much as we were able of the brown bird that stood mid-meal, mid-table. We’d carved and passed it. Some had taken seconds, and when we pushed … Continue reading
