The Frequency of Reality

JulieStrier.com Writing Snippet: The Frequency of Reality

“But that’s exactly it,” the professor said, “everything is possible. As soon as one thing is possible, every other possibility connected to it is not only possible, but probable, most likely existing on some other plane, some alternate reality that we don’t yet have access too.” “But how is that possible?” The professor shrugged. “That’s …

Meka

JulieStrier.com Poetry - Meka

Cradled in my daily leather coffin I patiently wait, longing for her to take me out, strum me violently, as she has her way with the crowd.   She is part firecracker, part vaudevillian marionette, tied together with strands of electric red hair, and a voice that can do 0-60 in under 3 seconds.   …

Work Emergency

“Help!” The phone receiver crashes down, echoing urgency upon the desk.   Like a synchronized swimmer, the chair pushes back, twirling, my body twists, my toes point, pushing down through the carpet, down on the foundation, down, then up, my legs finally pulling my body out of the chair.   Exiting my room I take …

Society Says

“Thin is in,” but I’ve always enjoyed the curve of my hips, and the silent movement of my jiggling breasts as they dance to the rhythm of my feet when I walk.   “Thin is beautiful,” but I’ve found beauty in the swollen curve of a pregnant belly, ripe, stretched taut, so full you can …

Elevator Kisses

Elevator Kisses Doors ding shut Announcing descent. When you pounce, Or I pounce (it was equal then). Mouths merging, lips blending Tongues crash, caressing the internal depths of each other Moments before ding Announces arrival. Hearts left fluttering, Breathing still quickened, Cheeks deeply flushed. Passion brought on by prohibition Each of us shackled to another. …

Electric Love

You fiercely ignite my synaptic core, making my heart stammer wild, erratic when your fingers dance about and explore my skin, the friction creating static.   Bioelectric impulses rush from head to fingers to toes, when your lips press tight against mine, forcing me to become shaky, a quivering love possessed mess.   Our bodies …

Grouchy Mornings

Loud noises annoy me, the sound of a perky voice, alert, awake far before I am, chirping in my ear like a bird reminding me to wake up to be chipper too to be fake-happy and fall in line like everyone else to be nice for nice’s sake.   Afterall, we don’t want to hurt …