Reuben LevineinWordsmith LibraryHe’ll Never Make itThe rain was coming. The sky had turned a tortured grey, with swirls of clouds seemingly at odds with each other. I was going to be late…Jan 6, 20211Jan 6, 20211
Reuben Levineinthe CafePill SeasonThere was graffiti on the old brick wall. In impressively even, black lettering it said “Think I’m going mad for the winter.” What was that…Sep 3, 2020Sep 3, 2020
Reuben Levineinthe CafeSummer GravesI almost took the wrong bus. I was unused to traveling long distances by bus, and the number of lines and various directions they went in…Jun 30, 2020Jun 30, 2020
Reuben LevineinNew NorthAt the DoorIt was one of those situations in which time loses all meaning. One hour became two, two became three, and so on. At some point it doesn’t…Jun 14, 2020Jun 14, 2020
Reuben LevineBlockhead’s DayThis is something I wrote a few years ago. Been thinking about it lately.May 26, 2020May 26, 2020
Reuben Levineinthe CafeThe Singing Moon“I can’t stand the singing moon,” she whispered one evening. We were sitting on the couch with the lights off, the blue light of the…Mar 9, 2019Mar 9, 2019
Reuben Levineinthe CafeTime Enough“‘Are you flirting with me?’ ‘No,’ Anna said. ‘I’m propositioning you. Totally different thing. Flirting is fishing. Maybe you hook up…Feb 8, 20191Feb 8, 20191
Reuben LevineMy name is ReubenI’m a writer with years of experience under my belt. I use this space for my creative writing, as well as a portfolio of past freelance…Dec 27, 2018Dec 27, 2018
Reuben LevineHeadlessI took his head for myself Left her with the legs But they weren’t runner’s legsJul 10, 2018Jul 10, 2018