Fragile, shalehands holdthe wombwilderness isbornThe CosmosWalleyed PikesJune nights andthe call of LoonsEverything thatwe need to dreamTo feelTo loveSo littleseparatesus from whatwe needThe nightyou werebornWearing the skin of GodThe worldwas bornMy new CosmosAnd by the timeit was writteneven Green Heronin the cool spring marshcould tell me George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been […]
existentialism
The Lost Part of the Human Brain
(Inspired by Terence McKenna) Glaciers are new. The home star arrivinglater than we sensed. Summoned. The sunoff the main sequence. An arc out of here.
Elegy for Nirvana
Signless and aimless,I have come to accept that I amwho I amlooking for. I am already what I havesearched for. As the master taught: Barn’s burned down- now I can see the moon. What do I see when the moonlooks at me? The memory of my muscles aching for you to see me. […]
Out of Reach
In the stewed rhubarb flesh of the bay’s earliest fog, the water birds are undetermined. Birth and death. Nothing is attached for long. 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 blogs, essays and […]
First, We Must Go to the Edge
First, we must go to the edge of the worldA place that can not be found by traveling a straight line.For to look down over the edge requires more than eyesight. 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. […]
Birds of Prey
“Most people are onthe world, not in it”Muir said that so long ago but he was wrong Most people are outsidethe world, doubting they know how to be among itRiding under a hawk’s wingsthe air forgets what it means to be useless 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. […]
NO
Frost on the ground,Condensation on the window.Maybe something brittlebroke along the way; I’ve learned there’s no such thingAs a perfect triangleAnd now there doesn’t seemThat much to say. Between seasons,Colours indistinct,Painted life in shadesNot quite of grey, No stone to be castBetween guilt and innocence,And now there doesn’t seemThat much to say. Water on the […]
I Exist
I am garbagewhite trasha categoryother than my skin I am wastedall of the timewith the passing of the centuriesa fruitfly intriguedby love 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 blogs, essays […]
There is a calm
and steadyloneliness to the half notes of sheetmetal-roofedcabins in a hailstorm 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 blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, Havana Times, South China Morning […]
Don’t Try
until you have madeit with your own two hands Silly Puddy in your palms the way God once held us 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 blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The […]