Biking Around the Upper Ouachita
I took a bike ride this morning around Bayou Bartholomew, which is not quite as Lance Armstrong as it sounds, a five-mile pedal around a… Read More »Biking Around the Upper Ouachita
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 took a bike ride this morning around Bayou Bartholomew, which is not quite as Lance Armstrong as it sounds, a five-mile pedal around a… Read More »Biking Around the Upper Ouachita
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Books UPS taped and labeled, my proxy before I landed in Shreveport where a shunned bullet path stuttered like a roman candle, and a bag… Read More »We Watched a Mystery on TV in Your Hospital Room
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