The Poetry Hotel has occasional guests who stayed overnight. Hester Lox usually came after a night of volunteering for the KALW fund drive. She was small enough to fit on the green couch and would only ask for a sheet to put on top of it. In the morning she enjoyed the hotel’s simple breakfast of tea and toast. Sometimes, when the tomatoes were in season, a Turkish omelette.
The price for staying at the Hotel is a poem. Hester wrote:
Apple mystery / Peaceful. Nourishing. Sleeping / Poetry Hotel.
Maybe there was an apple involved, but I can’t remember. The mystery will remain. Hester passed away this afternoon, surrounded by friends.
