Hiking, a Million Covid Dead
Horseshoe prints baked into mudin two directions, one hoof forward,another backward, wonderingif birds, plants, trees, can feel my rhythmstepping along the trail,a sense of relief… Read More »Hiking, a Million Covid Dead
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.
Horseshoe prints baked into mudin two directions, one hoof forward,another backward, wonderingif birds, plants, trees, can feel my rhythmstepping along the trail,a sense of relief… Read More »Hiking, a Million Covid Dead
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