Atmospheric River
I leapt across the sinkhole along Leona Canyon, the place where I hike past Bay Laurel Trees and buckeyes, a stream now subdividing the pathway… Read More »Atmospheric River
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 leapt across the sinkhole along Leona Canyon, the place where I hike past Bay Laurel Trees and buckeyes, a stream now subdividing the pathway… Read More »Atmospheric River
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Prelude He looked boyish. He held a credit card and paid for our dinner. He hoped he hadn’t talked too much. You did, I told him.… Read More »What’s Simmering in the Past Smells Done
Using two opposable thumbs my future unfolds never a dull moment– at the gym between sets, at the cashier waiting on line, watching the evening… Read More »Still Life with a Cellphone
I share the road with the darting lizard, greet other hikers where before there was only a quickening to save myself from saying hello. I hear… Read More »Day of the Dead Million
Flat like an envelope begging to be opened, scolding me for not making a donation or missing a sale. For the life of me, I don’t… Read More »Relief Pitcher
I do sit ups on a mat beneath a clock. Two guys rack weights and argue about where to find the best lengua from food… Read More »Lengua
My city was being preyed upon by catalytic converter thieves, challenged by an alarming homicide rate, and an escalating homeless population. But what really bugged… Read More »Up on the Hill
Everyone I knew, knew your name, you’d left the country to study in Europe, came home to the Black Liberation Movement, your hair a corona… Read More »Angela
Cinder blocks framed the sunrise orange as I pushed aside the mosquito netting to greet the jade-green frog who lived beneath the toilet seat, found… Read More »Brigada Venceremos