Richard Levine: Solstice
We approached the solstice from a Ferris wheel,crowned and paused between day and night. We held onto each other and each spoke-like hour, immersedin beach-tide sounds, briny scents and banking … Continue reading
Richard Levine: Spring Ephemerals
We are met in this clearing, on this hill,
a breeze pronouncing itself in the still
bare tree crowns.
Richard Levine: More Light
At any moment, that heron might
slowly unfold its miracle
of flight, and stir the hypnotic tide
of quiet surrounding us
Richard Levine: Disturbing the Peace
“Do you want to know what war is about?”
Jake asked the talkative one.
“Don’t say it, Jake,” I said.
Richard Levine: Day Labor
This is New York, drinking coffee in plain
blue paper cups at dawn. In every tongue,
the dream begins with showing up.
Richard Levine: One Night in America
The first time I noticed my hands
trembling, I was still a young man,
just returned from a war…
