Ideas are fleeting likeair molecules, or flicksof a woman’s eyelashesafter the first appliance of eyeshadow. Or maybe they are morelike basket weaved hats that no one wears anymore,not unless they want to beseen or reenacting, as if there is a difference. 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 […]