“It was hard to imagine that Richard Leebrick, who leaned in my doorway at The Denali literary magazine forty-three years ago, was the author of that voluminous, explosive, genius manuscript tossed onto my desk the week before. Like Leonard Cohen and Dylan Thomas had a baby who played the saxophone. We happily published those first poems and sketches, and it was the beginning of a long and beautiful collaborative friendship. Over the years, I have read his poems, movie scripts, plays and a fairytale for adults (complete with musical CD). All of them are imbued with Richard’s unique and mystical, romantically spiritual voice. First and foremost, dear reader, Richard Leebrick is a poet. One whose loves, losses, joys, recoveries, transformations, and humanity dig in and find their home in your soul. And they don’t let go. There’s nothing ‘half’ about The Half-life of Desire. I invite you to fall in.” —Sarita Baker Brown
