Universe

      Poetry/Prose: Brace Yourself

      When it’s this quiet, you know someone or something is up to no good.  Plotting and scheming and devising plans anew, all for the amusement of what it/they can do to you. It’s like an airplane ride.  You get on, make yourself comfortable, listen to the safety instructions – or not – and let your …

        Poetry/Prose – Paralysis: Mannequin on Fashion Ave.

         Inspired by a condominium of thoughts, and stylistically influenced by my interpretation of Regina Spektor’s “Eet” They call it an outer body experience. And they’re right, that’s exactly what it is. It’s like floating out in the universe, and watching the earth chug along on its axis. Like planning a speech to the very last …