Murky and flimsy. Weakand empty. Dark. Dangling. Depressed. Deep hunger pangs. Dying on the vine. Ignoble onpurpose. Groundless and buriedlike emeralds or silent and boundless as jackrabbits in the grateful dead of a Western New York snowstorm in March. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry […]
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