Oakland Condo Romance
I watched two young men struggle with a bed frame, easing it down a ramp, waving at each other as they danced to and fro… Read More »Oakland Condo Romance
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.
I watched two young men struggle with a bed frame, easing it down a ramp, waving at each other as they danced to and fro… Read More »Oakland Condo Romance
My writing career began in second grade when the teacher pinned a poem I’d written about spring on the bulletin board. I can remember taking… Read More »Survive Writing the First Novel by Finishing It!
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A story shining from every windowno third wall separating the storefrom the shopper, the poem from the poet shape, light, and color those were his stock… Read More »Ode to Victor Gruen, Shopping Mall Maven
I’m exiled in a countrybetween two great waterswhere tornados churn housesinto toothpicks, a mall that used to grow corn. Lunch-time I serve french fries a uniform… Read More »Iphigenia at Lunch-time
Hard to believethey’re closing the doors againthe whole right to life thing. No man knows how to create a home from dreams, prayers, yearningthe magic stuff… Read More »I Support Planned Parenthood