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 […]

A Long Pause

Life emerges.Lurid. Blistered. Wrapped inexiled scents it emerges. In the fracturesof eyes that feel buried alive  it emerges Just as thehuge claws of time  haul across  the ground ofbeing,  it emerges like 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 […]