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It burns.
(new journal entry, added Sep 28, 2005)

Isn't vacation supposed to make you feel rested and ready to take on the world? Isn't it supposed to mellow you out, iron out the stress wrinkles... make you normal again?

You'd think.

Something is wrong and I don't know what it is. I don't know how to fix it. I've never felt such anxiety in my life. Like a ball of fire burning in my chest. Nervous, panicked. What the fuck? I feel like screaming until my lungs burn. I feel like running until my heart bursts. This isn't me! How the hell are you supposed to fix something if you don't know whats causing the problem!?

There's something inside of me clawing to get out. Like a caged animal. How do I release this?

I am better than this. I do not get stressed....click for more...



Dream?
(new journal entry, added Jul 19, 2005)

Its been damn near a year since I posted anything here. But now I have to. About something that happened last weekend. It was wonderful and eerie all at the same time. First I have to ask: Have you ever dreamt something and then had it happen? A few days, a week, a month later? I'm not talking deja vu. This is a REM state dream that you remember when you wake. And then that scene plays out word for word... action for action. It used to happen to me all the time in middle school, but then stopped. It has happened a few times between then and now. But nothing like this.

The Dream

I'm sitting in a park. Its sunny. Hot. Unusually bright and I'm squinting through the sun. My friend is to my right and we're talking. About everything and nothing. And I look up into the blue sky and see the moon. Big, white, in mid day. And I think to myself, "Now you don't see that often. The moon, standing out much on such a bright day."

The dream fades and I awaken. It is permanently burned on ...click for more...



Ursal
(new story entry, added Jun 25, 2003)

Chapter 1
An Idea

Ursal Frog hopped off his lily pad one bright and sunny day
And said, "I'm swimming to that island, about eleven miles away".

His friends got all excited; they were jumping up and down.
"Come back you crazy frog, you'll hurt yourself. You'll sink. You'll drown."

For everybody knows a frog can't swim more than a league.
When last 'ol Morris tried we nearly lost him to fatigue.

"Frogs were made for hopping up and down along the bank.
If anyone had tried to swim, he surely must have sank.

And besides, that island's haunted and it's trouble that you'll get".
"How do we know?" said Ursal. "We have never been there yet".

"Now friends, I know you're worried, and you think I've lost my mind.
But perhaps this swim will elevate and benefit frogkind.

For many generations, now, that island's been a lure.
There's a secret on that island, and I've to know for sure.

And besides I'm in the water now; th...click for more...