Some people are halfglass full types.Others see the glass as half empty. I’m the kind of person who wants toknow why there is water in the glass,and why there are glasses that can holdwater. Why is there even water at all? George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such […]
George Cassidy Payne
America the Beautiful
In Charlottesville they worechinstrap bombs that turnedout to be nothing but dust and stone.In Sacramento, thrown like rag dolls,the flies evolved long, sucking mouths;in eternal darkness, reaching, if pushed,for the voice command in your throat. In St. Louis, the bodies leave no footprintson the land, and the nesting cliffs becomebattlegrounds, as they always have, wailingbehind the […]
An Offering
It’s 6:30 pm, on a SeptemberSunday, too late to be calledsummer and the clouds are suddenly transformed into bands of energy, like a vulva, and the sky gods begin to birth,cinematically slow, an egg of fire,oozing from the space thatseparates the temporary fromendless beauty. A long time ago, people- not sodifferent than you and I- awaited this hour, as a […]
Remote Viewing the Five Ponds Wilderness
Just like smelling pheromones in the armpits,there has always been evidence, the humansystem knowing the future. A series of arbitrarynumbers.Walking out into the unknown depths, we can’tthink of these things as being separate. Like Thoreausaid, “the old upon the walls…”There are no bodies without energy, and there is noenergy without consciousness. Awareness enhanced,activated senses, the […]
Thanksgiving (Inspired by Francis of Assisi)
Brother Wind, you are so usefuland humble. Without asking foranything, you refresh our lungs.Thank youBrother Fire, you do not charge foryour warmth or shut off our lights whenwe are not able to pay the bill.Thank youSister Water, you quench our thirst andhonor our bodies with your life force.Thank youMother for not checkingour passports.
A Perfect Stillness
There is a perfectstillness to these stories. The first instance of a gravitational wave. Anyways, is there anevent that has a bigger explosion of gravitationalwaves than two black holescolliding?Can three or more black holescollide at once? Would that be the sound of God,a ripple in Time – a wave of gravitythat only humans can hear?The sound of God is a […]
Nirvana
Nothing to blow. Nowhere to hide. Just white-hotslashes in your eyes. Strong to the core. Driftingon the edge. Savaging the twisted wreckage,leaving only a statue of Diana, the Roman goddessof the hunt. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry […]
Soul Cliche
The growling thunder of my soul. That’s a cliche, isn’t it? But even clichescan tell the truth. In wild isolation, my soul feels crowded by thespecial conditions of living. As if it’s under a crateof cinderblocks, eighty thousand metric tons. I know. Never to use the word ‘soul’-not if you want to be a good poet. But that’s like […]
Daydreamers
Despite my urgent need to tap into somethingthat is necessary for my time, I am left with a visionof numbers. My pagan blood and sleeping momentson the beach. Why do I still want to be Jimmy Buffett? Idle and brutal from all eternity, like Rimbaud, sittingon a park bench with my two best friends.The wind blowing. The day glowing. […]
Even a Full Moon Needs Sunlight
Understand that even a solar burpis bigger than Planet Earth.And the corona shone. In 250 million yearsit will come around again, even though it is right here, all of the time. The vital Sun. Trapped in a beltor aurorae. Solar winds. Nothinglives without it.Even a full moon needs sunlight. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His […]