Dad

He ate plain oatmeal every morningin the same leather chair that mom got him for Father’s Dayin 88. One breakfast after finishing an orange grapefruit, I told him that I loved him just loud enough so he would not hear 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 […]

Six Haiku

zazen on verandatower block hermitagesirens and birdsong moving walkway at supermarketteenage couplekissing through smiles supermarket cafewoman sits talkingto herself grey windchasing brown leaveson broken path chill autumn evening —the t-shirt I pull onis warm from the dryer city centreman jaywalkssucking on vape pen Support Our Dharma Work