Going On Without End

We got bagels from Babka and walked to the meadows. I had a small yellow notepad in my right pocket and a cigarette carton which bore the...

“Legend” by Jorge Luis Borges Translated by Andrew Hurley Cain and Abel came upon each other after Abel’s death. They were walking...

Buddhist mysticism, the joining of seemingly contradictory notions, is relevant insofar as mysticism is rendered with respect to the...

Heading for JFK I’ve to head off let it roll the shuttles won’t run late yet to eat dinner & I have work to make a bed for, cold iron...

In the supermarket parking lot, the pigeons now caught in the renewed yellow--- look like doves to me. The eclipse has passed and earth...

Somewhere in Michigan, behind a dental office (I think), there’s a poetry walk. It’s called Oaken Walk. My favorite piece there was...