In…sigh…t

is how we breathe, a light, delicate, clean breath, bathing the tonguewith a core of earth,the way sliced apples taste on a crisp fall day   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, […]

Two Masters on the Great Expanse (A Collage Poem)



Why make so much of fragmentary blue1
What we call ‘mind’ is not something that exists elsewhere;2

 in here and there a bird, or butterfly,1
so without being swept away and following wherever it leads,2

or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,1
look directly into its face, its very own essence—2

when heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?1
at that […]

Show me the Truth

This poem on insight and illusion was translated from Portuguese to English by Daniela Boeira. Show me the truth Honey is sweet by nature Offer me the most precious treasure The lamp that dissipates the darkness Within my hesitant mind Small and slow steps Your enlightened compassion does not waver While cutting sharply through illusions I […]