I've been sorting through some older writing from eons gone by and found a little two sentence poem that I wrote ten years ago.

The Inside Job by Mike Browne (April 23, 1996)

Painting the TV a different colour doesn't cure the fuzzy picture. Take it in for a tune up and have it rewired for clarity.

Have I been writing that long? I guess so. There's also the beginnings of at least 3 movies here that may or may not have some potential.

One story in particular stands out and I feel compelled to see where it takes me.

I've been feeling pretty dark lately, perhaps this is the flashlight I need to lure me from this weird little cuccoon I've contstructed around myself.