“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?”
Continue reading The Frequency of Reality
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.
Continue reading Meka
Experience the charm of gravity assists, they said, but all I was experiencing was the charm of my churning stomach as it bounced back and forth between my throat and my bowels. I can see now why this is touted as a once in a life time trip. They claim it’s because Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune only line up once every 175 years, but I’m sure the real reason are those damn gravity assists. Experience them once and you’ll never want to experience them again. Unfortunately, using the gravitational field alignment to sling our space shuttle from one planet to the next was the only means of interplanetary travel that we had this far out in the solar system. And I was at its mercy. Why couldn’t we visit some nice, easy to get to planet, like Mars? Most people say the architecture is amazing, a modern wonder of the solar system, but I hear that it’s the night life that is truly out of this world. Not that I would know, Pioneer22 never stops anywhere fun. But even we did stop somewhere interesting, it’s not like I could get off the ship to experience it anyway. Well, not without risking capture by the Planetary Police. Luckily, their jurisdiction didn’t reach this far out, what with us being in interplanetary space. The ship offered further protection, but only if I stayed confined within its walls. For now Pioneer22 was my home, no matter how boring the places were that it visited.
Continue reading The Grand Tour
The phone receiver crashes down,
echoing urgency upon the desk.
Continue reading Work Emergency
“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.
Continue reading Society Says
Doors ding shut
When you pounce,
Or I pounce
(it was equal then).
Continue reading Elevator Kisses
“What about the Miller’s daughter?” a trembling voice squeaked from behind me.
What about the Miller’s daughter? Did he really just dare to question me? I stopped abruptly, and turned to face him. He stood before me, a lanky, skinny boy with a mop of reddish brown hair that flopped over his eyes and covered half his face until he was nothing but lips and freckles. He was but a pesky mouse in my presence, so small that even my shadow towered over him. I leaned down, pushing my nose so close to his nose that they were just shy of touching, mere millimeters of air between us.
Continue reading The Miller’s Daughter
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.
Continue reading Electric Love
Today, the androids were returning from space. At exactly 2:52 pm, they were scheduled to land at the Landing Facility. Already, their ship had been spotted on radar, their moves tracked as they banked steeply left, then right, slowing their speed of descent. Homecoming was imminent. Every square inch of the Space Center Visitor’s Complex was bursting with people. Outside the complex, parked cars lined the road, throngs of people standing in the street, waiting for a glimpse of the spaceship as it returned. Inside, bodies crowded every inch of the spaced themed breezeways, their eyes turned upward at the nearest screen expectantly. All of the screens showed the same thing — the long, gray runway of the landing facility. There was a timer in the corner of the screen, counting down to the big event. T-2 minutes.
Continue reading The Androids Return From Space
Loud noises annoy me,
the sound of a perky voice,
far before I am,
chirping in my ear like a bird
Continue reading Grouchy Mornings