Close to Timberline

Ascorbic acid tabletswon’t quench my thirst. I want the secret sourcesof the Hudson, log bridges,and vanished paths. Hydrating oil-in-lipstickwon’t cover my hunger.  I want countless warm pondswrapped in cold weather. A thin mist. The deep woods. I want freedom. No paper flowers.No fairy tale weddings.No cloned puppies. Just early snow ontumbled rocks, and the fountainheadof majestic streams. […]

Weightless Noises

Wounded, we feel witnessedby time-by 200 years of war,a theater of bitter clouds and the breeze rippling the surface.  When we glint at the sun, we sail through the carnage.  That electrical charge. Thatslanderous appetite of a morning’suncertain future.  When we glint, we are back in time.The sound of piercing skin, thunder and other weightless noises. George Cassidy […]

A Measure of the Disorder

It’s ancient Egypt andscarab beetles, too—aneternal recurrence oflives to come nevermore.It’s the narrownessof the trail and the bottomof Avalanche Pass, a dotgleaming like a glatial tarnand the glitter of a river inits entirety. Time. Deep running time. Clinging to cliffs.The edge of a black hole, andimaginary numbers. Whereall space and matter collapse. George Cassidy Payne is […]