Or / Just Maybe
Anna’s hummingbirds dive-bomb a basil bush with knotted blooms like a necklace around Michelle Obama’s throatI’m driving windows rolled downGPS leading usto Hidden Desire Beach… Read More »Or / Just Maybe
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.
Anna’s hummingbirds dive-bomb a basil bush with knotted blooms like a necklace around Michelle Obama’s throatI’m driving windows rolled downGPS leading usto Hidden Desire Beach… Read More »Or / Just Maybe
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