Three Bronx Cheers for Text Messaging
The phone keeps going to email. I stay on the line waiting to hear your voice, your message saying you’ll get back to me as… Read More »Three Bronx Cheers for Text Messaging
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 phone keeps going to email. I stay on the line waiting to hear your voice, your message saying you’ll get back to me as… Read More »Three Bronx Cheers for Text Messaging
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