homeless – POETRY and PLACES

Thanksgiving Night, Old TownPortland, Oregonby J.P. White Look at this puffing city nightthat never stops to count itselfbroken into coins.What grammatical constructiondo you and I know by heartthat will visit the far-ranging human toneschattering against the windof the Columbia Gorge?Out on Couch Street,the homeless can’t wade through the snowwith their horse blanketsknotted around their throats.OneContinue reading “Thanksgiving Night, Old Town, Portland, Oregon by J.P. White”