Chi

It felt like cupping a shapelessbubble, delicate as a stolen Robin’s egg,yet weightless and resting in nothingness. I should have known it was within me. 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 […]

The Call

comes when you are waitingfor the shower and disinfection,and when you reach the bottom of the sinkwithout clothes, shoes, or even hair. The call comes when you are baptized with a number. The numbers told everything.For they told the world, in particular, how yourefused to let yourself live without its sorrow.A blessing that comes when you refuse […]

Ebola

There is respectand there is that snot dripping, wrist shaking,stuttering, knees buckling, heart pounding, eyelid swelling, tears pouring, speechlessrespect. The kind I have for health workers in Liberia. They foughtthe virus when the militias fought them.They turned up when others tuned out. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat […]

Blue Mountain II

Anointed by the elementsyou are my blueeyed mountain jewel, my empty breeze returning togreet the lipsof a valley asleepin the sky 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 have […]