Peacock in a Condo Parking Lot
Everyone at my end of the condo thought new tenant might be a homeless squatter. A family of birds could’ve easily made their home nestled… Read More »Peacock in a Condo Parking Lot
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.
Everyone at my end of the condo thought new tenant might be a homeless squatter. A family of birds could’ve easily made their home nestled… Read More »Peacock in a Condo Parking Lot
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