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 […]
spiritual poetry
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 ringing from the void. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in […]
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 […]