A flask-shaped bald head olive-black eyes. Short chestnutbrown eyebrows. Oshkosh B’goshoveralls and an ultraviolet purplesleeved shirt. Like small dollspatched with the materials of a day’s harvestsinking into the earthinto a wormhole of foliage, laughing at nothingbut the act of knowing that sometimes it’s commonand good to laugh at nothing. We played unconcealed. Outside. Submerged in winding branches and […]
Month: December 2019
Home
a small childyet to master the written wordknows beautywhen they seetheir mother walk through the door,home from work. A wordless setof hieroglyphics without their brain peeringthrough. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, The Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters […]
Vajrayogini
Vajrayogini (Tib. Dorje Naljorma) is a supreme goddess in the pantheon of Vajrayana Buddhism. Her name can be translated as “diamond” or “indestructible” yogini. “Vajra” (Tib. dorje), in the Buddhist context, refers to the indestructible power of enlightenment. She is perceived as an embodiment of complete buddhahood in female form. Her femininity expresses the idea […]
Zen and the Art of Dying
I remember when the thought of dying became real to me. I was 24 years old, serving a tour of duty in Iraq with the U.S. Marines. It was my squad’s turn to act as the quick reaction force (QRF) for our base. QRF is like the 911 of a forward-deployed unit. They’re on standby 24/7, […]
Your Words Are the Path
It doesn’t matter thatno one cares. Keep writing. Do it.It doesn’t matter. Thevoice that tells you howit’s crap.The voice thatsays it doesn’t matter. The one that tells youthat good is notgood enough. That one. The one that doesn’twant you to create anythingbecause it is trying to savewhat it knows. The voicethat tells you that it knowsbut doesn’t. Keep writing.Don’t stop. […]
Genesis Reborn
I know as a ghost knowsa lovely, fragile, shale hunger returning broken from my handshung between the womb andwildernessas it is born, a great disk-shapedaccident of the cosmos. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, The Angle at St. John […]
Neither Slave Nor Master
I am not in charge,nor am I a slave held bythe same infinity where these scales do not matter;where the art of poetry aloneis raised like a prayer flag. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, The Angle at St. […]