Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Talk about a bad day.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

This strange, milky-white cocoon encapsulating thought in the rafters of my skull swells and beats with potentiality. I feel it growing inside of me. A pregnancy of sorts. Something alien, yet familiar, forcing its way into my consciousness, fighting for room among the otherness. I witness its growth. Study its size, notice changes in its appearance. There’s strength in its fragility. Millions of sinewy strands intertwine to secure its contents. Each has a function. Each is expendable. I want to poke it with a stick. Release the worms of inspiration, allow them to grow legs, take hold of my flesh. But its not ready. Not yet. Its still too young, living in the shadows of my existence.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Last night I played boot hockey until my beard froze over, legs ached, and shins bruised. Today, the sounds of poker chips and swilled beer fill the gaps between laughter and football commentary. SuperBowl weekends energize the soul... even if I don't care about the game.

Looking forward to starting a new week with vigor.