SPRING/SUMMER 2026
Two Poems
Max Levinson
Circles and Squares
To observe blue beside grey
the eye slips, keenly stumbles.
It finds and forms verges. They fade,
shifting, when the eye’s fizzle lessens
to a single pointless skip.
All shape is motion—
swatches carved by the angular eye,
gradients tremored into gaze-hinged lines.
There is a disk on a plane.
Look over the colored surface:
see hues shaped circle, corner.
veridicality
after William Bronk
one may look on a desert
with rigor
feel suffused
with real knowledge
each bristle’s sway
browns seen
as brown the sky
entirely contained
the outer seemingly manifest
inner it remains unclear
how this could be
(a living replica in every head)
do not trouble over the rapport
sensation
its well-detected jitter
the mind is only meaning