Our Valley by Philip Levine
And one more today, because this is too beautiful not to share: Our Valley Philip Levine We don’t see the ocean, not ever, but in July and August when the worst heat seems to rise from the hard clay of this valley, you could be
What Work Is by Philip Levine
Have always wanted to post this poem but have never found the right time. I guess it's today. I just found out that Philip Levine is now the new US poet laureate. I like him. "Sometime in his 40s, he added,
Starlight by Philip Levine
Thinking of you tonight. Are you happy? Starlight Philip Levine My father stands in the warm evening on the porch of my first house. I am four years old and growing tired. I see his head among the stars, the glow of his cigarette, redder than the
Animals Are Passing From Our Lives by Philip Levine
My sister and I found new ways to entertain ourselves in Toy Kingdom, a store full of, well, toys. We took it upon ourselves to peruse every aisle, every nook and corner of the place, until our hearts finally found
Snow by Philip Levine
Ick. What was that drivel I posted yesterday? I must be hammered. I wish I could just wash away. Join the rivers, until I dissolve into nothing. Don't mind me. I am trying to write bad poetry. Snow Philip Levine Today the snow is