Poets and Authors


Lucy Llewellyn Byard

In 1998, Lucy Llewellyn Byard performed her poetry in Lakeport and vowed to come back. She finally settled in Lake County in 2016 after living and working in Sri Lanka as a journalist and photographer for 14 years. It took her awhile to adjust to the cultural differences back in the US and the climate change since the mean temperature in Sri Lanka is a year-round 90+degrees heat and humidity.
“I wrote my first story when I was 9years old. It was a mystery and such a mystery that I couldn’t figure out the plot. Poetry poured out of me about 30years ago at a fevered pitch. I was working on a novel and the poems butted in, kept me awake all night.”
“The first time I read a poem to a group was at the Santa Barbara Writers’ Conference in the 1990s. I was so scared I could barely breathe, thinking they would hate my work. They actually loved it and I was off and running.”
A participant of the Lakeport Writers’ Circle and member of the Lake County Arts Council, Lucy is a correspondent for Lake County News, writing features. She also continues to write poetry (usually while driving), rewriting a novel and taking portraits of humans and animals, especially her 12 year old Rhodesian Ridgeback dog, Toby, who traveled with her from Sri Lanka.
For Robert John Regenhardt Jr., PFC.
I see him in the Wall’s black reflection,
see the silver color his hair might have been,
his father’s color,
had his bones grown old, his body
not been carried home, see him crowded
three abreast on the school bus seat,
hair cropped short like all the boys.
His gentle laugh echoes out softly
—for of them all, he was the quiet one,
the one my parents like.
He is now crowded
between Dewey Ray, Tom Robinson,
Joseph C. Thorne, Jr…another Junior.
My thumb traces the bold, wide ‘R’
I scrawled over and over again—
pen clutched tight, as if to squeeze
blood into ink—when his father
told me the news. The granite
does not warm to my touch
rub harder rub harder, erase fragments,
bones parched white against black,
against white-hot blindness,
sound against silence…
Robert John Jr., Panel 29W, Line 63
piled on top, underneath,
bodies lined by line,
I stand at the edge of the grave
looking down, eyes keen,
searching name by name, bone by bone.
There are too many to tell apart, too many
stacked on top, laid beside letters wrapped
around legs, around arms, engraved.
And so I dip my wings, dive down,
down, down for a keener look,
only to rise, climbing fast,
climbing fast to the blue of sky,
fast away from blackness,
from explosions and craters,
fast up to the clouds
where black wings
turn white.


Barbara Sinor, Ph.D.

Barbara Sinor, Ph.D. is a retired psychotherapist and the author of seven books. She has lived in Lake County for fifteen years. Dr. Sinor’s books are highly endorsed in the inspirational, adult children of alcoholics, childhood abuse/incest, and addiction recovery genres. Sinor’s latest book is her first novel titled Finding Destiny. She received her Doctorate in Psychology at the Southern California University for Professional Studies and her Master of Arts degree in John F. Kennedy University’s Graduate School for the Study of Human Consciousness. Dr. Sinor encourages your comments and can be contacted through her website at www.DrSinor.com.

A brief description of Finding Destiny:
Luana, a retired psychotherapist in southern California, discovers a novel about a girl living in England in the 1970s who has been raped. As Luana devours the book, she and the heroine psychically share their search for the inner most harbor of women’s life choices. Even though they live in separate countries and bridge many decades in time, their individual exploration of metaphysics, spirituality, and women’s rights culminates in a unique friendship.