The Grave of Harry Houdini – Queens, NY

Lately, the life and death of the famed magician and escape artist, Harry Houdini, has been toying with my imagination. Houdini wasn’t a tall man—outwardly a mere mortal—yet he captivated world audiences with death-defying stunts and impossible escapes. Generations of magicians since give a quick and natural nod of appreciation and reverence when his name…

Imagining at Different Altitudes

The airplanes grow larger as they move away from the horizon—narrowly escaping the vanishing point where existence finds doubt in the eyes of a jaded, stranger on the ground below. The silver winged pills fly in and out to their destinations of hereabouts, thereabouts, and eventual whereabouts unknown. Filled with neatly arranged bodies in lines…

Blood On The Tracks

Trapped in a spaced-out mind on the G train, somewhere between Brooklyn and Queens, I was busy contemplating the potential collapse of Albert Einstein’s Theory of Relativity and the numerous possible repercussions that could ensue that would further eat away at my brain—multiple dimensions, time travel, loop thought, endless existence, life is an illusion, etc… …