Bleak Splendor

Do you even remember what an Iceman was? Have you witnessed the drooping, unapologetic naked bodies of aged men and women shunted away in a nursing home? Have you wondered about the eccentric man or woman holding out amidst the broad lawns and narrow minds of the suburbs? Poet George Held is a writer who looks so closely that I can imagine him with a permanent squint. His portraits, his poetry is full of unflinching, and often stunning description, pathos and humor