2019 Poetry Marathon, Hour Five: 20 February 1993

My Hour 5 poem. I had to go back to my journals for this one. The man behind the counter has a drinking problem He ignores me I leave In the middle of the grassy field on the other side of the chain-link fence an old woman, wrapped in blankets and shawls rocks in her [...]

2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Five: Zesto’s

Fifth poem of the day. Wednesday afternoon walking the few blocks down the hill with a dollar in my pocket past the Presbyterian church and neighboring houses through the vacant lot to get to the shortcut Sliding down the dirt embankment to the parking lot on Rainier Avenue I make sure I have my dollar [...]