Two Poems

Two Poems

  BEHOLDEN I remember running into a tenement building, up to the second floor, then looking out a hall window where my friends were doing the duck walk to prove they weren’t drunk. Jeff had thrown a book at a storefront window, setting off the alarm. We were...
The Futility of Biography

The Futility of Biography

             Can she really be known, she whom we romanticize?          We can research her family tree, the number of children she bore          and with whom, the climate in which she lived—Did it rain a lot?          Was their social unrest? We can guess what kinds...