Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Exhumation 20 Sep 202119 Sep 2021 My musings were interrupted by something new, the hollow sound of a spade hitting a coffin. I sent the workers out of the hole and jumped in. Brushing away the…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Exhumation 19 Sep 2021 The rhythm of the two shovels went in and out of frequency. For a while, they sang together, then one would slow, the clods of earth they cast no longer…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Lost Upon the Moor 18 Sep 2021 We sang a song that went unheard like wisps across the moor, and none recall the ghostly word. It's lost upon the moor. Now heaven falls to night's assault, and…
Captian's Log Poem: Along Life’s Way 17 Sep 2021 The darkness lay before the man along the road he knew he had to walk. He stared into that shadowed veil. Anon, to no one did he talk: "What's now…
Captian's Log Asthma 16 Sep 202116 Sep 2021 I had a recent flair up of asthma, and it feels like a constant weight pressing against my lungs. It can be quite hazardous to one's pride when he can't…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Veiled Vista 15 Sep 202111 Sep 2021 I stood there, my eyes trained upon that lovely valley. It was dark beneath those trees, and shadowed mysteries lay hidden under those boughs. The river, as all rivers must,…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Veiled Vista 14 Sep 202111 Sep 2021 And that which was not memory persisted too; the memento of my dream had followed me into this new day, and the puncture marks upon my neck itched and burned.…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Veiled Vista 13 Sep 202111 Sep 2021 As I stood there, filling my heart with beauty, the odd, unbelievable dreams of the night persisted in my memory, refusing to fade away. I wonder if I had killed…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Veiled Vista 12 Sep 202111 Sep 2021 The valley lay below, a dense tangle of trees on either bank of a twisting, winding river. The air up here was sweet, and as I gazed into that far…
Captian's Log September 11th: How Long, O Lord? 11 Sep 202110 Sep 2021 I remember waking up twenty years ago, sitting in front of the television, trying to make sense of things. People were dead, innocent, noncombatants. Our nation was going to war.…
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