Captian's Log Bible and Art 31 Mar 2019 In an application, I was asked: How do you plan to incorporate your Bible and Theology courses into your future, either professionally, personally, or both? My response: In one sense,…
Captian's Log Short Poem: In the Darkness are Chains 30 Mar 201930 Mar 2019 In the darkness are chains, and in the shadows bondage. Sweetness and light are freedom; bitterness and death enslave. In this pit I cannot hope. We clasp our chains tenderly;…
Captian's Log Searching for the Other Side 29 Mar 2019 I set myself to write and the words fad away from me; the thoughts, ever effervescent, are too bashful, self-conscious of their own meanness. Yet it is time to put…
Captian's Log Waylaid Heart 28 Mar 201928 Mar 2019 So, I took a day, drove to the beach, ate too much, and read a little. Also, I learned that I’m a little scary. About three families today, as I…
Captian's Log The Bouquet 27 Mar 201927 Mar 2019 I wonder how it feels, that moment before—to see what no living man may see and live—I wonder how it feels before it— John VII is wheeled in, dead. Before…
Captian's Log Short Vampire Story: Meeting My Sidekick 26 Mar 2019 The vampires were older here, and when he staked their helpless corpses they moldered into dust, even to the bone. In the beams of sunlight, their dust curled. Coffin after…
Captian's Log The Wanderer 25 Mar 2019 The wanderer: His wide brimmed hat cast a slanted shadow across his face, covering his eyes and reaching down to the corner of his lips. The weathered fabric of his…
Captian's Log The Dark Returns 24 Mar 2019 With heavy breaths he stopped to rest, leaning against a streetlamp. It was in this position that the darkness found him. He felt the chill run over his clammy skin,…
Captian's Log One Step at a Time 23 Mar 2019 He shouts the questions into the dark surrounding, into the ever-present dark which follows him into the day or the night, its oppressive presence suffocating him week by week, year…
Captian's Log Poem: Happiness 22 Mar 201922 Mar 2019 I told myself to write a hopeful song, and seconding, I found my heart did long to cast away my dreary garb and wash myself of this despair—did long to…
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