What My Father Didn't Know I Learned from Him, by Harry Youtt, is a collection of poems that are a reminiscence of his father, one that carries within it the seeds of the universal that have meaning for all of us. A photo-album of a man's soul. The first selection: Skyline, sets the tone for the entire work:

When my father died, it was like the towers coming down.

Our skyline was changed beyond recognition.
Now, parts of my father I never recovered are still down there
buried in the rubble.
The collection has been labeled as almost a new art form, as fresh a departure...

This is a collection of free-verse memories from growing up in a thriving Northern Ohio industrial town in the 1950's. They are good memories from hopeful times. The selections also constitute good contemporary poetry, accessible poetry, written by a serious plain-speech resonance poet. Everybody who enjoys good old nostalgia is likely to enjoy them. The author is an international speaker who has been teaching creative writing in the UCLA Extension Writers' program for well over a quarter of a century.

These are poems I've written during my "Senior Season." They reflect whatever wisdom I might have gained along the way, like a snowball, rolling down a long slope in cold weather. If you happen to BE a Senior, I'm hoping that reading them will encourage you to appreciate even further the nobility of having gotten to where we've gotten to. If you're not a senior yet, read the poems anyway. You might even gain from the wisdom of my perspective. And don't despair. Good fortune and proper diet can get you to your own separate senior seasons. Do enjoy the poems.