Halloween in Portland
written by: Lenore Weiss
There’s a motel in vampire land
Where spider plants grow baby bats
And zombies float face down inside bathtubs.
I wear a black mask that covers my nose and mouth.
Trees scream red and orange and offer little resistance.
The desk receptionist with pointy horns
Says I lack the right number of digits.
Two to a customer. I shiver.
Outside, gas stations give transfusions of fresh blood.
It begins to rain. I don’t know where I am.
My tears flow pumpkin-flavored.
Latest posts by Lenore Weiss (see all)
- Tito Rodriguez in the Bronx - September 20, 2025
- The Glassy House - July 21, 2025
- The Lighthouse - March 2, 2025



