Nothing to blow. Nowhere to hide. Just white-hotslashes in your eyes. Strong to the core. Driftingon the edge. Savaging the twisted wreckage,leaving only a statue of Diana, the Roman goddessof the hunt. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry […]
liberation
The Spirit of Openness
You have asked me Why is your path like that? Flesh, tears, smiles, sweat Our everyday lives Our struggle Our bliss It is the path It is not beyond Nor hidden It is exposed in everything Sex is sacred Yes. And so is food And the outgoing products of our body What is not sacred? […]
Bodh Gaya
A poem about the life of the Blessed One. By Tom Donovan It is a place and nothing more, No different to behold despite particulars Than any village in the district. Still it is here, In the public park, Under the pipal tree, On my mat of kusa grass, I have apprehended the sorrow Of […]