Going On Without End

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...

He pretended to be insane in front of Abimelech, who sent him away. When it was all over, slower we walked—until the day gave up on us,...

Before the Charles— building lights drift from your eyes: faces are all dark. She wants me to look at her. I peel the sun: a cat laps up...

You lie under hawthorn berries, watch them falling and rolling by. Watch the way flower stems slouch with each passing hour: (brittle...

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

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...