Captian's Log… Update: The Eyes of God 20 Apr 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: “Am I mad? Has reason abandoned me that I now consort with fowl? Perhaps I still within the knotted roots of death,…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (Blood and Water) 19 Apr 2018 Check out Open Link Night on dVerse. I proffered my unfinished epic, of which you may read tonight's addition below, or follow the link to peruse the whole work. Read: The…
Captian's Log Let There Be. . . 18 Apr 2018 In the darkness, whispers hold on long past their dying echo’s final refrain, and here I am with the countless chords of the past surrounding. Alone in the dark, without…
Captian's Log An Insight from Exodus 17 Apr 2018 The Bible speaks to one and all differently its message. To one its poetry brings light, to another its history; to me, when first knuckling down and slogging through it…
Captian's Log The Catacombs 16 Apr 2018 Deep within the forsaken tombs: The world is cold. The tendrils of the ever-present fog creep around my feet as the starved fire slowly wanes to ash and ember. The…
Captian's Log… Wolf Head: Rescue (The Sequel) 15 Apr 201815 Apr 2018 Check out my latest installment of Wolf Head: Rescue Here is a snippet of the Chapter: The congealing pool of blood mixes into the dirt road around the defeated shepherd.…
Captian's Log Happy 1st Birthday To Tale Told 14 Apr 2018 Wow, this is it, a year of daily posts since the first barely-a-sentence from last April. I suppose it’s time for some self-reflection, some proffering of a directive. However, that…
Captian's Log Land of Doors: Part of a Rambling Dream 13 Apr 2018 A night or so ago while tossing in my bed I dreamed of hidden lore: The wise Tolkien so wrote—my vision thus informed—of dwarven lords, and one, who with the…
Captian's Log Poem: Of The Dream 12 Apr 2018 Check out: Of The Dream A short poem. Please enjoy. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEaOhaxka8g
Captian's Log… Update: The Eyes of God 11 Apr 201811 Apr 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: Panting, I sit staring across the ravine where the murder dances, the black formless mass of crows jumping up, landing, flying high,…
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