Amy Zamkoff

contributor to 1 poster

  • Colorful Victorian houses standing next to each other

    Poet

    This is the Color of my Street

    I wrote my first poem when I was five years old. It was rhymed—no surprise. As the years built, poetry provided a safe harbor, a place to capture images and events and the emotions they elicited. It was affirmation and permanence when the rest of life was wobbly.

    Over time, I did some experimentation with poetic forms but rebelled when it came to anything requiring strict adherence to structure. It's the same in my kitchen. Recipes are just a suggestion.

    And so, you have my contribution to the project—a not quite haiku in praise of Ferris Avenue, a two-block street representing the best in all of us.