By: Bruce Levine Falling leaves in various shades and huesA metamorphosis of colorsBountiful and bold to subtle and refinedThe plumage of a peacockTransformed by Mother NatureInto a tapestry of autumn The revitalizing energy of cooling airAwakening the spirit of the…

By: Bruce Levine I look at your pictureYour eyes glowYour smile brightensYour beautiful countenanceFrozen in the time of a photographThe apples of your cheeksLighting your eyesWhich search deep into my soulAnd still revealThe wonder of yoursFilled to the brimAnd waiting…

By: Bruce Levine A blank sheet of music paperGroups of five lines and four spacesBlack dots and circles floating in the airFloating in space and yet to be foundTaking place in time rather than spaceElusive fragments of soundWaiting to be…

By: Bruce Levine I accept who I am – I’m an empty bottle. Is that a metaphor for my life? I ask myself.             I’d just poured two glasses of wine for dinner and finished the bottle and, as I…

By: Bruce Levine It had been a long morning. Dillon rubbed his eyes which felt strained from working at his computer for so many hours. He hadn’t realized that it was going to take so long, but then he wasn’t…

By: Bruce Levine Avery laughed. It was a bitter laugh. He’d been through it before, many times in fact. And each time it had gotten harder.             Losing a bid at an auction happened, but this one hurt more than…

By: Bruce Levine Friday seemed like it would never come. If the time was distance and it was measured in lightyears it would still be incalculable. For Wendi Blake time had definitely stood still. The reality was that it was…

By: Bruce Levine Tuesdays were always good days. It was an anniversary. Not a formal anniversary, but one just the same – a Tuesday was the day of their first meeting and the beginning of them being together. Now Tuesdays…

By: Bruce Levine Freddie hadn’t made it through fourth grade unscathed. Actually she hadn’t made it through anything unscathed. To begin with, she hated her name – Fredericka, thus Freddie. Her parents had thought that Fredericka Carlton sounded like a…

By: Bruce Levine The snow had fallen steadily for an hour, already completely coating the lawn behind their house.             The three little girls, Jane (age nine), Ellen (age seven) and Barbara (age five-and-a-half) stood at the long adjacent living…