Why Poetry is Well Suited for Space Work

Why did I think she had eyes thecolor of feces and sweat dipping tainted hairs white as burning phosphorous? What is wrongwith me? Why could I not justsee brown and white?  It’s as if my mind has to reenter the atmosphere before it can join otherhumans again. Not unlike astronauts,poets speak words with Neoprene-coated nylon.Their syllables irrigating the sandy […]

The Devil of Omniscience

You always get what you want. Everythingcoming in must come out. Intimately. Moving together liketwo sides of the shark when it swims. Psychedelic inflation and the twosides of the universe moving together. Instead of. A mere assumption. Blownup. Holier than thou, Above human. Doing as you will. The whole systemfeeling lifted like a ground becoming light. Nothing making us do anything. The Dao doesn’t […]

A Long Pause

Life emerges.Lurid. Blistered. Wrapped inexiled scentsit emerges.In the fracturesof eyes that feel buried alive  it emergesJust as thehuge claws of time  haul across  the ground ofbeing,  it emergeslike a longpause in a conversation. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, […]