Shoot Me, I’m Online Dating (6)
“Didn’t I tell you that I had a thing for serial killers?” I wrote to a fellow traveler after he suggested that we meet to make sure… Read More »Shoot Me, I’m Online Dating (6)
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.
“Didn’t I tell you that I had a thing for serial killers?” I wrote to a fellow traveler after he suggested that we meet to make sure… Read More »Shoot Me, I’m Online Dating (6)
A broken heart is an open heart, at least that’s what I hear. So here’s to all us online daters because after being disappointed and… Read More »Shoot Me, I’m Online Dating (5)
Skate boarding through the chatrooms of lonely algorithms, I meet a contractor who wants to know my idea of a life-partner I text him caring,… Read More »Shoot Me, I’m Online Dating (4)
One day at a time. Right? As I waited in line to cross the San Francisco Bay Bridge from Oakland, the agent waved me past… Read More »Shoot Me, I’m Online Dating (3)
Without so much as a flirt, I already I had a mark against me. I’d been rejected by the online photo police for posting a… Read More »Shoot Me, I’m Online Dating (2)
The going wisdom in the world of online dating is “You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find a prince (or princess).”… Read More »Shoot Me, I’m Online Dating! (1)
Outside the deck two birds wade in birdseed, one small, a dark-eyed junco, the other, twice her size, a brown- headed cowbird a step away… Read More »Different Species
This is from my novel-in-progress, Pulp Into Paper. Brenda Shawn trained her flashlight on the ground and landed in the water on something soft and… Read More »From Pulp Into Paper
Down the stairs of my condominium and across Campus Drive to Leona Canyon Open Space Preserve. In April and May, I canter past an expanse… Read More »Leona Canyon Open Space Preserve
An ancient monk wears heavy wooden prayer beads looped about his neck, koa or woodrose. White-robed, he is sworn to protect local villagers from demons. More than a… Read More »How We Demonize Each Other