Clay Man of Cheese and Crackers
It wasn’t a job for one man let alone a clay man of cheese and crackers. At night after the lights on the block went… Read More »Clay Man of Cheese and Crackers
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.
It wasn’t a job for one man let alone a clay man of cheese and crackers. At night after the lights on the block went… Read More »Clay Man of Cheese and Crackers
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