Captian's Log Enemies 21 May 2019 Separated by brick and mortar, in the darkness of our cells we could still hear each other through some fissure in the wall. I think it was put in by…
Captian's Log The Fog 20 May 2019 The fog settled slowly, rolling over the hills in misty currents. It clung low to the ground, filling the streets with its soft whiteness. The fog came in gradually, until,…
Captian's Log Poem: I Am At War and I Am Losing 19 May 2019 Please read: I Am At War and I Am Losing Excerpt: I am at war, and I am losing ground: Each battle won depletes my storehouses; At every victory moral…
Bureau of Clandestine Affairs Making Monsters 18 May 2019 The broken street lay shattered by the bombardment, empty craters and scattered cobblestones inhabiting the once lively thoroughfare. A guard, two men, marched out from around a corner, the invaders’…
Captian's Log King of a Little World 17 May 2019 “I gave him what he wanted,” said the wizened curator, a smile creeping in at the edges of his lips. Pulling out an eyeglass, I inspected the small black orb.…
Captian's Log Seeing 16 May 201916 May 2019 The pool reflected darkness, and dreams were found therein. Meditating by the unmoving waters, I searched its center: A wolf cub at his mother’s teat, warm in her inviting fir;…
Captian's Log Beyond 15 May 2019 My hand, hovering over the weathered brass knob, feels the coldness of the metal; not touching, not yet touching, hanging in that interim between fate and will. Beyond the door…
Captian's Log Ashes and Bones 14 May 2019 Though everything was covered in ash, the fire still burned, glowing in the night. The grey flakes settled over all the land as the billowing flames sent their dark smoke,…
Captian's Log Poem: Here Lies. . . 13 May 2019 Please read: Here Lies. . . I dreamed last night of pleasure. How bleak, it seems, that only in my dreams I pleasure seek, desire good, and long for you. I…
Captian's Log The Waves Will Ever Hit the Shore 12 May 2019 The waves will ever hit the shore, she pondered, looking over the frost bitten surf. It was a cold winter, and the ocean was a raging darkness set against the…
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