245. Pampal
Pampal always smiled, even when we bumped his aching, swollen feet. He fed us forbidden Apple Jacks and proudly served us his favorite oatmeal. A newspaper pressman, he typed alphanumeric artworks and entertained with funny paper tricks. Fly away, Jack!
Comments
Spot on. This one made me cry.
Posted by: Fran | December 5, 2006 10:00 PM
I was talking about him to my creative writing class the other day as we worked on visual poetry.
Posted by: Jenn | December 7, 2006 11:29 PM