ALT Recommendation BY KEITH LEONARD To whom it may concern, I recommend this student without reservation. I’ve taught him in three courses. I know him the way one knows a small seaside town after window shopping its main street. I’ve seen him cry once. He handed in a paper on utopias despite his parents’ protracted divorce. When I read a perfect transcript, the string of As also sound like a scream. I often think of the scene in Alice in Wonderland where the servants paint white roses red because the queen had ordered red roses for the garden.
ALT Poem Every morning I forget how it is. I watch the smoke mount In great strides above the city. Tbelong to no one. Then I remember my shoes, How I have to put them on, How bending over to tie them up I will look into the earth.
