Jennifer O'Malley has been separated from her husband and son by miles and a few lifetimes since awakening from Cryogenic sleep in a post-apocalyptic world. She is obsessed to the point of near desperation in her drive to reunite with them; traversing a dysfunctional world far removed from the vision of the founders of Camelot Enterprises.A lightning bolt rearranges his brain. He can kill flies by slowing their reaction time. He can move small items with his mind. The girls want to make a killing at the race track. Can he slow racehorses with his mind? A big-boob-blonde-bimbo distracts him as the trotters come down the home stretch.

Poetry is no a doubt an attempted distillation of a moment in time, an interlude. In as much as we are all present in the cosmos right now, cosmic pretty much sums up the location of the present moment in time. This collection of some 50 odd moments, distilled into anthology form, is offered up in the hopes that the whimsy contained will remind you of one or more of your own cosmic interludes.A short and possibly sweet poem about wanting to love someone so much that it overflows right out of your veins from your still beating heart—I'll admit, the poem can be a bit sappy and hopeless romantic-y, but take a quick look and see how it ends, maybe you can relate.