A good kiss smells like nectar-filled factories and feels like skin wrapped over a corpse. Erupting from long-patient seeds,it stands still in the mouth, as eyelids movewith the vaporizing speed of a crouching cougarat a midday spring. Shimmering ghostly white. A good kiss is petite, luminous, and stingless.Buzzing like undisturbed bees sipping from the edges covered with pink and emerald beadwork, […]
spiritual poetry
Stormy Monday
It’s as if a cat is unworthy of grief. After all, there are so many dying children. But some nights I pull into my driveway,still hoping to see him. I look up at the skyand wonder if it will snow. I examine the tracks in the yard. Is he in the landscape anymore?I turn the car off and […]
From the Beginning
There is a hushfrom the beginningof time, where youcan hear yourself blink. There is a hush,where a minute agowe were two million milescloser to this cluster thanwe are now. There is a hushwhen we realize how it isthat we belong at the limitof the powers of observation. There is a hushwhen the universe evolvedfrom the […]
Primitive Religion
Like you, I amjust seekingan experienceof being alive. Stirred, smoothed,and thickened, freshas a rosemary sprig, my primitive religion feels strained througha sieve on topof a cooled caramel base. 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 […]
Sirius or Capella
Fresh mint is nothingbut clusters of stars,and a screwed top jarmeasures the limit ofman’s contemplation. Just slice the goat’scheese and a singlegalaxy has divided. Decorate the regionof the sky with berries,and blend all the confusion which still exists. Gently fold into thesweetcorn theemissions generated,the mango mixtureof brilliant vindication. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from […]
Genesis of Clouds
Died broke and forgotten,each dream is a phrase in slow motion,a long sampling of the moon awakened.Down beneath the turmoil of sixty thousandmillion years of not fitting in, we are driveninto the condition of atoms- brittle as flat leaf parsley crushed like stoned salt.Deep in a dream, the mind is the genesis of clouds, rising above the […]
The Vineyard
Cooked gently by theluminescence and blendedin the blackberry liqueur ofelder flowers and arrowroot,the sun is sometimes a flashat the bottom of four stemmedglasses. Skinned side down thesweet songs of our crazy sorrows.Deep time, a sweet orange blossomwater, a fluid that cannot be named. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has […]
There is a Hush
There is a hushfrom the beginningof time, where youcan hear yourselfblink. It’s calledimmortality. The rumbling timbers. Those extinct tracks. There is a hush, it is the sound of the desert parsleywithering and thewhimpers of hawksand eagles careeningtowards the earthrise. There is a hush, sunk into the chasms,bringing a curse thatcan never be lifted. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from […]
The Way Galileo Saw It
When I look up I see the quiet survivalof the solar system. I see the outbursts ofconstellations andthe disturbing meaningof the Milky Way. When I look up I see the penetration of thecorona, a universe of stars,the way Galileo saw it, all ionized and catastrophic. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has […]
Swept Away
Swept away.That boy.Out to sea. Taken bythe storm.His motherdid not loseher grip. Her fingerswere his body. She clung withwhat she had. 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 […]