even the crazy ones sleep
She stood in the aisle dancing, her hands undulated in rivulets. Earbuds in, pencil thin jeans. Later when a bunch of people exited she sat… Read More »even the crazy ones sleep
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.
She stood in the aisle dancing, her hands undulated in rivulets. Earbuds in, pencil thin jeans. Later when a bunch of people exited she sat… Read More »even the crazy ones sleep
I always told him no one would ride in a black bus. Wouldn’t listen. Threw away his money to redo the fleet. Told him the… Read More »No Orange for Julius
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It was July Fourth and early enough that most people were still sleeping in their beds unless they’d decided to get up to stake out… Read More »July Fourth Meditation on Love
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It’s a strip mall disguised as a plaza where I used to take my cats to the veterinarian on that one day when maintenance inspected… Read More »Keller Avenue Strip Mall
Women made the fishing nets valued throughout northern Catalunya like the black lace they specialized in knitting fine and delicate. Manuel Zalvide in charge of… Read More »Sant Feliu de Guixols
I’m headed toward a terrible outcome. How can I be sure? Ask anyone. They’ll tell you. How my Italian marble is too white and how… Read More »Desolation (after Josef Llimona’s statue at the Museu Nacional d’Art de Catalunya)
He strokes her hair As she suckles his cock A grown girl At mama’s breast Reaches inside To taste What he’s made of For the… Read More »Playing Doctor
I was arguing in the car with my husband about his best friend. His wife had cried to me over the phone. “Can you believe… Read More »UltraMicrotome Chekhov