She watches the solar system the way Galileo did yearning for extinction&fresh as shallots just opened she writes to change her taste in the world
Author: Teahouse
A Mind Engaged
The world may not needmore poems but it certainlyneeds more parks where poemscan be written – the poem here withus, thirsty as the roots fed and a mind engaged again. 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 […]
The Earth Is An Ordinary Friend
the oughtness of an ant&the secret codes of Hawthorn trees The way Socrates said yes to the hemlock she was an ordinary friend. That feelingof being stuck in paradise
The 9th Buddhism & Australia Conference, Perth
Our friends at Buddhism and Australia will be hosting their 9th International Conference from 6 – 8 February 2020 in the city of Perth, in the beautiful state of Western Australia. This conference will investigate the history, current and future directions of Buddhism in Australasia and is a platform for scientists and Buddhists to present their […]
Sunset Over Henderson Harbor
She handed me the egg sprayed in blooded paint between the bones, slowly and meticulously, even perilously and the egg, in her fingers (if one could call them that) reminded me of the sun accused and oozing below a fluorescent indigo horizon sandblasted, with chocolate shadows on the cheeks of homes congregated on the rocky […]
Heart Mountain in Wyoming
is confronted by their unfamiliarfaces, mangled laid bare in the verdant grasslike a falcon devours a field mouse bloodon the rust-hued walls of a campfire throwing sparks in your eyes, andthe numbers: 09650, 05653 Peering deeper intothe pages until they can no longerbe read in English For the Japanese- Americans who lived through internment.
The Unpicked
Dogs piss on lilacs and raisinsdie the death of grapes picked Everything changes and thoughtsare just sounds, all moving like strings picked Without wanting to look stupidwe are just kids in the kickball line wanting to be picked Cowards and cowboys and car thieves and cool kidsI become Buddha. I taste radicchio. I am not […]
Caught Between the Hours
Have you looked upat the stars lately? Have you watched the Moon bowor gulp light from her holy grail? Have you howled at her?The sky mother. Oozing through the gate, a vaporous,sweet olive black night in the distance, a coyote yelping
Messiahs
Between colors and worlds,as old as fish dying on the hot sands,because the gods are jealous and concernedabout us, we are stuck to a diamond-shaped rockof slate, just like any savior who cameby ship and went.
Is This How I Wanted it to Go?
A forest away from the pulsationsof thinking. A forest still as raindrops falling off red pine needles.My ancestors. In this forest. I am not alive, in this forest.I know as a ghost knows, a lovely, fragile, shale hunger returning broken from my hands hung between the womb andwilderness, as it is born, a great disk-shapedsystem of gas, an accident of the […]