Quarters and kindness

  Forgive the unpolished copies of these poems and quotes, the yellow notepaper, the terrible handwriting, though I did try my best. This is what happens when Poem Elf has an idea but no printer, no scotch tape and no finesse with a pen.   My idea was to honor two people who are gone […]


A certain kind of father

(Poem #1437) My Father by Yehuda Amichai   The memory of my father is wrapped up in white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day at work.   Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits out of his hat, he drew love from his small body,   and the rivers of his hands overflowed […]