Hanging by a Leash
My best friend’s dog hung himself, but it wasn’t exactly my fault. The dog’s name was Albert. His ears were his best feature—floppy in an… Read More »Hanging by a Leash
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.
My best friend’s dog hung himself, but it wasn’t exactly my fault. The dog’s name was Albert. His ears were his best feature—floppy in an… Read More »Hanging by a Leash
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Any number of reasons including how I’d arrived in the parking lot of the Lake Merritt BART station dressed in a suit, appropriate wear for… Read More »Why I Missed the Grateful Dead Concert at the Oakland Auditorium
Morning at the gym I’m seeingten monitors between each row of ellipticals, a warp and woof of electronic cloth. Is it arm day or leg… Read More »Death at the Gym