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 … Continue reading Halloween in Portland