When I look up at you,I feel like the glass shieldaround the flames of a candlestick chandelier, as your tears fall like drops of frozen crystal.When I hold you, I feel setlike a carved mahogany tablewith pink and creme coloredcarnations as the centerpiece.When we trust each other, our lovefeels driven by the winds, and the wheels of […]
spiritual poetry
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, […]
Anything but the Way to Make a Living
Our geneticsignature is how we makeour soul grow. It’s the clueswe leave in the dark energyall around us. Singing in theshower toVan Morrison. Writinga poem to a friendfor no reason. Learning that life isanything butthe way to make a living. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications […]
I know This Forest
There is a forest thatI can’t get away from. A forest of tombs stillas tree trunks. Thereis a forest. The smell of red pine needles-the pathways of my ancestors. There is a forest. When I am not alive like I usuallyam. There is a forest. When I step in minktracks, I know these tracks in my tendons.I know this forest. It pounds into […]
You Are My Brother
I don’t give a damn about Ancestry.com.You are my brother.And I don’t give a damn if it’s on a census orfamily tree. You belong to me and I belong to you. We are both spear points among the foundbones of our children’s great grand-children. We both work to figure out the clues of expansion-those notions […]
The Mud Softer Than Ivory
There is a forest that I return to when I can’t get away from the pulsationsof thinking. A forest of tombs as still as dead tree trunks and melodious as raindropson red pine needles. The paths of my ancestors.In this forest, I am not alive like I usually am. Stepping in mink tracks, I know this place inmy […]
Mendon Ponds
Life is just beginning todawn on most of us.But that happens here quickerthan most other places. Even though here, the glacierswere lured into a dead end,as the huge claws of timehauled across the ground likea long pause in someone’sconversation, leaving shoulder humpslike a bison’s, in looselyformed spherical organisms. Here, I feel the improbabilityof our connected minds.Codes in the maple […]
The Heart is a Constellation
Dying almost assoon as it is born,the heart dances ingroups of newborn stars. The heart isa constellation-a great disk shaped systemof gas, a retinue of unlit planets:An accident by the standards of the cosmos.Like a colossal swarm and a starsimply spluttering its way througha long series of ordinary eruptions. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included […]
Always Ringing
To make the headempty is such a heavything to do.For our minds are like a set of clear bucketshung out to gather rain.To be free of the distance betweenour father’s voice is such a close sound-one always ringingfrom the void. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as […]
Simulator
At the science museum they have a simulator. This one puts you on the surface of the Moon.It’s fun and unique for an adult. For a 3 year old,it’s a little terrifying. With every bump and shakeof the machine, he holds my shoulders a little tighter.I tell him we are almost done and he says “almost, […]