Captian's Log A Riddle 23 May 201723 May 2017 I love freedom of speech. No other mechanism liberates man more than the right to speak truth, and no ideal better fosters debate where truth can be learned. In essence,…
Captian's Log The Way 22 May 2017 As finals make their dreadful approach the wayward blogger finds himself surrounded by hordes of enemy homework. Armed with unrealistic due dates they tear asunder his resolve, the resolution to…
Captian's Log The Fall, a Poem 21 May 20173 Jul 2017 Sweetly the music rolls through the empty lounge, the vocalist’s youthful timbre immortalized by electronics. Strange magic, it seems, to hear a dead friend’s voice once again singing soft love…
Captian's Log… The Continuing of a Tale 20 May 201710 Jun 2017 For anyone who read my post last mother's day, The Beginning of a Tale, this is a continuation of that story. It's a little short, but I think it is…
Captian's Log Dona Eis Requiem 19 May 201719 May 2017 In High School I started listening to what might be called classical music, finding it just the right sound to have when studying. My favorite was Mozart's Requiem, which always…
Captian's Log Don’t Panic! 18 May 201718 May 2017 There is a pernicious assumption that two thousand years ago one man was nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a…
Captian's Log In His Hands 17 May 201717 May 2017 In my last post I alluded to life happening. For instance, our refrigerator broke and the house now smells of rotting food. But of a deeper concern, a loved one…
Captian's Log Over the Wall 16 May 201716 May 2017 I'm sorry I am not able to post the original content I had intended to this evening, but life happened all over the living room rug today. Oh well. I'll…
Captian's Log Rescued 15 May 201715 May 2017 I think this is the first poem I will have published in a post. I tried to follow two major rules: a simple rhyming structure of AABB, and a decreasing…
Captian's Log… The Beginnings of a Tale 14 May 201710 Jun 2017 Had a long car ride today and got bored. Here are the fruits of boredom: The Job Darkness grows like spidery legs crawling through the window, long black shadows invading…
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