Hong Kong artist Sara Tse’s extraordinary solo exhibit is a secular retrospective on impermanence, nostalgia, memory, and re-telling
impermanence
Remember to Change Your Oil
There was another time when one of my teachers — the abbot on a temple just outside of downtown Los Angeles — pulled me aside to tell me something important. I was expecting him to share enlightening words with me. In a way, his advice proved to be wise, albeit unexpected. He wanted to remind […]
Late Summer
The spell is over. The orgy is over. We get what we want, then time runs out. We who were born by phallus and wand pass on. Like summer flowers thriving in the untended edges of the yard. 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 […]
No destination
old photographperson sitting on grasscigarette in hand person, grass, cigarette, smokeall gone to same Support Our Dharma Work
Process
Do not process this experience. Just have it. It is not about anything. Not about leaving. Not about having fun. Not about you or anyone.It’s not about needing to participate. 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 […]
Replaced
Most of my water escaped long ago too,and which one of us was reallydesigned to withstand the pressure? Slowly filtered through solid rock,the remains are all that remains: pyrite and calcite and Uranium.Armored fish patrolling the depths,consuming the soft, fleshy parts, anddisappearing into the crystal lattice. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. […]
The Unpicked
Dogs piss on lilacs and raisinsdie the death of grapes pickedEverything changes and thoughtsare just sounds, all moving like strings pickedWithout wanting to look stupidwe are just kids in the kickball line wanting to be pickedCowards and cowboys and car thieves and cool kidsI become Buddha. I taste radicchio. I am not alone. Pickedin the […]