from a Conversation with Jan Heller Levi
Jan Heller Levi grew up in Baltimore in the days of the peaceful atom, and returned to New York City […]
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After
After my stroke After I broke A second rib I saw I couldn’t Save his life The low flower face
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The Poe Cottage, 1992
The country has abandoned it, but not the wild. Crackheads sit on ruined benches in the park, crows call from
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Central Park Zoo, 1970
Back in the old zoo—the place the child of New York’s Parks commissioner once called Sing-Sing for beasts, where elephants
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In a Room at the Marriott Marquis
To die in Times Square is a fact to contemplate since I am old and here on 44th Street in
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Offering
it used to be one mendicant monk now there are three bowls to their sides walking single file in the