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Lénore M. Rhéaume, a Rhode Island native, has been writing journals, fiction and poetry since the age of nine, in both English and Canadian French. She studied liberal arts at Barrington College in Rhode Island, she received an A.S. degree from UMA in Augusta and a B.A. in English Literature from the University of Fort Kent, Maine.

​Her third poetry volume, “Ingress,” was published  in 2015. Her work has appeared in Coastlines, the Kennebec Journal in Maine, and in They Work, We Write anthology about the industrial mills of RI. Her technical work derives from her studies of film photography at what is now known as Maine Media College in Rockport, Maine, and employment in video and digital production.
 
Lenore's recent work includes creating niche publications of Franco-American historical reference materials. This year she is currently in production of a local access channel program, "Poets and Poems." Avidly pursuing many forms of researching and writing poetry, she is influenced by romantic classical poets to broad current events and has amassed    thousands of poems, in constrained forms such as sonnets or quatrians, to contemporary free verse (vers libre).

​LENORE'S POETRY

​The Fate of The Only Life I'll Have    
I am alone in the fate of the only life I'll ever have,
And to be in authentic breath, I have to breathe for me.
My air speaks a song, and those who hear it pour,
Will hum it only to get to their own somehow.
Then further, into the scope of their self will come
The stanzas and notes of their sole aura.

Vitre

Ce n'est pas souvent qu'on peut voir sûr
Le temps de la jeunesse dans nos vies.
Je suis encore dans les rêves qui sont purs
Depuis mon enfance que je suis pris.

Par les jours certains qui vont être compris,
Et qui passe trop vite, surtout sans chance
De comprendre tout ce qui a été accomplit,
Dans toute nos grande complaisance.


 
Spoons Live

Spoons live in bliss
  in apothecaries;
They dispense rarities,
  they reside in glass jars
  waiting, seeing everything.
They dress in crushed powders,
  they dive into mortars,
  and swim in delicacies.
Some know the mouth of a guru,
  the discernment of a lip,
  but the best know when they have
  tangled with a tongue,
  imbued and imbibed,
  and have been caressed
  in measured magic.








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