For the World That’s Coming
“Never in a million years could I have imagined I would go up to a bank teller wearing a mask & ask for money.” Not… Read More »For the World That’s Coming
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.
“Never in a million years could I have imagined I would go up to a bank teller wearing a mask & ask for money.” Not… Read More »For the World That’s Coming
not so much about hydroponics or weed coming from Hawaii or Columbia heck we’ve got the Emerald Triangle questions about who has rolling papers who… Read More »Smoking During the Pandemic
This time of year, I don’t want to talk to friends. I want to hunker down beneath my red wool blanket with its tallit of… Read More »On the Verge of December 30th, 2020
Missus Jensen flew from the diner’s serving window into the kitchen. “Hurry, Corinne. Another three orders of lentil soup!” While Mister Jensen had been absent… Read More »Jensen’s Joint Gets an Upgrade (from my YA novel-in-progress)
Since his talk with la guida, Armantrout became clear about what he had to do. He didn’t want to, or like the idea, had even… Read More »Davie D. Speaks to the Board (from my YA novel in progress)
Samuel and Cleo didn’t waste any time. They jumped into their wagon. “What’s wrong with those two?” Cleo said. It all began after Samuel bought Jensen’s… Read More »Bathroom Break (from my YA novel-in-progress)
Sanunique and Pickard landed at a stopover along their migration path with thousands of other birds for rest and recuperation. For days, they had followed… Read More »Along the Migration Path (from my YA novel in progress)
Jensen and Ronstone were not happy campers. They had become transformed into a swollen mess of bee stings, and crawled away until they came to… Read More »Captured by the Cruston Bandits (from YA Novel in progress)
Orren leaned his sign against a large rock, which read: Orren and His Talking Bird. Ask Any Question. 5 cents. The letters had been burned… Read More »Orren Captures Liana (from the YA novel-in-progress)
Molly went upstairs to the guest suite, used mostly by staff researchers and members of the board. She noticed several sprigs of rosemary in a… Read More »Molly (from my YA novel-in-progress)