By the time it is written down it hasalready passed. Even the animals,the brute beasts of the fields, dumband blind to the ways of poetry in books, feel it in the soul of their hoovesand the simple sensations of their tonguestouching the grass, or a pig rolling in the mud, as birds sing for no reason […]
Author: Teahouse
Rima Fujita: Art and Action
Rima with His Holiness the Dalai Lama. ©Tenzin Choejor/OHHDL An enlightened, ineffably wise face deep in contemplation of the bottomless realities of the cosmos. Yet the colours are so vibrant as to have an almost childlike, playful quality. This vibrant and vivid aesthetic is Rima Fujita’s instantly recognizable artistic style, which has captured the attention of […]
The Teacher Who Dispels the Darkness of Ignorance and Brings the Light of Wisdom
28 October marks one year since the passing of my beloved teacher, Professor Alexander Fedotoff (1956– 2018). He was an outstanding erudite, a polyglot, and professor of Korean, Mongolian, and Tibetan literature. He was born in Novosibirsk, Russia and graduated from the Department of Mongolian Studies and Tibetology in the Faculty of Asian and African […]
A Sacrament
Consuming the soft crystalthe alien looked like a probe sent into the orbit of my brain. I gazed wondrously intoits big, Texas-sized eyes. The room became calmlike twilight. The oak trees,the ones outside, felt destroyed, as if they were knocked over,and placed on an 18 wheelerheading out of the great forests. As the scent of sandalwood […]
A Yellow Cardinal
Genetics could be the sole factor the same way roots of hemlocksthirst for affection like toddlers, some say it is an obscure type ofhermaphroditism, or some other theory perhaps the reason pumice smellsthe way it does, or the words surface to life from the lips of the newly awakened shining like a natural sermon, burning phosphorous and strikingthe earth, beneath the polar auroras yes, a yellow cardinal isno rarer […]
No Longer Lost
Artwork by catzz Becoming many-celled,bright red to orange,existing by thoughts alone,barely living from thesun, mountainous, even coniferous,pink-tinged, with unlaced shoes, uncombed hair, and handmade signs, broke loose for the first time, making deathhowl, between a porno shop and a truck stopdiner, they said Buffalo was 20 minutesaway and then it happened. Too young to age,too old to […]
Hercules Without Muscles
I am Hercules without muscles.Zeus without thunder. Hadeswithout an underworld. Drifting, like a show out of Nashvillewithout a guitar. Pure country and dirty to the core. I am a Pollockwithout dripping a single droplet of paint. Brooklyn without a bridge. People cross over me without anywhere to go and no reason to go there. I am a tape cassette. The magic is […]
Leaf Pile
Five months after you came into the world, you discovered the fawnbrown mystery of brittle leaves in December. Back when the winterswere late upon the earth. With your sister, you played in the pileof leaves like a small doll sinking intothe earth itself. Into a wormhole of foliage,and a cataclysm of autumn. Laughing atnothing but the act […]
The Delta
I don’t know why I became an atheist, Yet some days I can tastethe divine. It sits still in mymouth, as a pair of crouchingeyelids in the tall, midday grass. 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, […]
The Blankness of Being
(Inspired by the Zen masters of China) Consciousnessis too free Like the stars in outer space and the severed head of Kalisweeping away dust forever making death howlknowing that we do not want to be in church Like being buried alive in the same place where we beganas if we had never existed at all. George Cassidy […]