Plumbing the depths of everyday encounters, from a little bird to a grieving woman
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Pandemic Winter Haiku
hospital window —outside, waving and smiling,tears falling on frost Support Our Dharma Work
The Mouth of a Tiger Lily 2
drawn from the soil forever, forced by the tamed winds to grow prostrate, there is a morbid hiddenness lurking inside 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 Review, The Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, Havana Times, South China Morning […]
A Drowning
No one could save himonce he was lodged beneath the rapids.No one could breathe for himonce he was hauled onto the rocks. Weeks passed and the trips to the hospital became pilgrimages.We were just teenagers. Too arrogant to admit that it could have been any one of us. When it was my turn to go in, I […]
How Children See
Children see melodiescrackling, jumping, stretching,crowding, living like hummingbird bones taking offfrom a cage of suet.They see corn, millet, oats, and sunflowers,devouredinto the bloodstream, racingdown the arteries of a secret language, a communication flooding the transcendent, and the soft distance of headlights, as she waitsfor him to come back. Children see storm cloudsand distant planets,the tendons of other animals moving about,and the seconds growing rarer and more […]