White Whale Review: An Online Literary Magazine Untitled Document
David Levine
David Levine grew up in the poorly named town of New City, NY. After bouncing between Salt Lake City and Seattle for a year, he settled into the role of a graduate student in Boulder, Colorado. He hopes to do more in the future.

Featured Work
Subscribe to RSS     Share

David Levine

This Food is Every Food


You weigh tonight's dinner against our failing magnitude.


I don't want to chew on wood. This meal is missing my

fume and flare.


Dessert is a block of carbon. This is how we make the



I am boiling my empathy. I am catching breath that isn't

mine. Out beneath the hedges, you shove soil in your frown.

David Levine

If This Were Every Morning, We'd Be Alright


I doubt this is a heart attack.


No, really. I doubt this is a heart attack.


The whip that is your mouth sucks on a stone.


I can't find the intimacy of milk. Snow becomes wonder.


When the white sets in, the trees will smile back.








Copyright © David Levine. White Whale Review, issue 4.1

Previous Author Prev Next Author