The Hour Cash Died
I found a corner in my girlfriend’s houseto crawl in and say goodbye.It’s nothing he would have done,but I wept without censorship. … Read More “The Hour Cash Died”
I found a corner in my girlfriend’s houseto crawl in and say goodbye.It’s nothing he would have done,but I wept without censorship. … Read More “The Hour Cash Died”
By Joah McGee This article was originally published on Insight Myanmar. To my knowledge, in this month since the current … Read More “Spiritually Bypassing the Coup”
cardboard boxes in the rainin the small streetbehind the hospital near the boxesa cat lies dead in the hospitala woman … Read More “Cardboard boxes in the rain”
Dead flowers in a vaseon the altar,dead groundhog on theroad outside. Say“I love you” while you can. Support Our Dharma … Read More “Tanka”
The game: you give me a Buddhist-themed noun, an action, and a location, and I create the story. Today, I … Read More “Wall art, to age, abandoned house”
By the memories of childhood Judge it by the way it makes you remember Being a childNever waste anything George Cassidy Payne is a poet … Read More “Never Judge a Bourbon”
somewherein the biofield farmhands announce youbuttery blondeand sweet Mcintosh apple blushthey gather around your crib of turfand hail you the prince of the undergroundthey revered you the well-rounded one George Cassidy Payne is a … Read More “Melon”
Beware of labelsthat claim to be handmade in small batchesBy humans, what isn’t?Is it good? Ask that instead.For God-sake is it any … Read More “Proof”