Captian's Log To Carcosa 20 Jun 202317 Jun 2023 Where goes the man, so weak and frail, Whose back is bent, whose beard is long? Where go the old? Where does he sail? Does he yet speak or sing…
Captian's Log All Men Die 19 Jun 202317 Jun 2023 They told me once a man had died,and strange it seemed to me:to speak of man's to speak of deaththough from death all men flee. They told me then how…
Captian's Log On the Death of My Uncle at the End of a Slow Suicide 18 Jun 202317 Jun 2023 Please God, he was only ever good to me. I know, I cannot help but know it, what sort of man he was. But is there not some hope for…
Captian's Log The Fallen Ones 17 Jun 202310 Jun 2023 He started wheeling his way back toward me, taking little steps to inch the chair into the light. His face, still stern, was welcome in the wake of that grey…
Captian's Log The Fallen Ones 16 Jun 202310 Jun 2023 "I'm not saying it doesn't exist," he remonstrated. "It's just not a spaceship; not a chariot either. It didn't come from another planet. It didn't travel at all in the…
Captian's Log The Fallen Ones 15 Jun 202310 Jun 2023 He had rolled out of the solitary light produced by the only lit desk lamp and had become a grey outline. After my escape from the inhuman things, themselves called…
Captian's Log The Fallen Ones 14 Jun 202310 Jun 2023 Exasperated, the old don sat down hard in an empty swivel chair, sending himself sliding away while his face kept up its perfect, wrinkled composure under that wild head of…
Captian's Log The Fallen Ones 13 Jun 202310 Jun 2023 "It's not a spaceship in the way we've been taught to think about it. It's not something made. It's not technology, really. No, not even biology. It's…it's almost, I want…
Captian's Log Poem: On Passing a Homeless Madman Sitting on the Curb 12 Jun 202310 Jun 2023 Please Read: On passing a Homeless Madman Sitting on the Curb https://taletold.wordpress.com/poems-2/on-passing-a-homeless-madman-sitting-on-the-curb/
Captian's Log 90° From Reality 11 Jun 202310 Jun 2023 What monsters lurk in the worlds beyond our perception, what red devils can compare to the things that I have not seen—no, I have not seen them, not the whole,…
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