Captian's Log A Second Chance to Love 20 Jun 2025 A second chance, a fearful thing, to fail a second time. To pluck out a mǎlodious twang,to flunk another rhyme. And yet I strum and hum and sing, accepting what…
Captian's Log Red Skies 19 Jun 202518 Jun 2025 As I wandered under the grey sky, my wondering mind turned over the strange events of the last week. The devil and all his angels, it had seemed, were after…
Captian's Log A King or Laws 18 Jun 202516 Jun 2025 There is a sort of tragic aspect to the "No Kings" protests. One might laugh. Where I'm at, at least, things seem fairly tame. A few elderly citizens and college…
Bureau of Clandestine Affairs The Keeper 17 Jun 202516 Jun 2025 "I suppose the danger is past," I sighed. "You probably want to know what happened . . . hum?" "Yeah," he said, his eyes half closed. "I mean, that was weird." "Long ago," I…
Captian's Log The Eternal Search 16 Jun 2025 We have walked through these desert and forgotten worlds, through ruins and plains, past towering monoliths and ancient graves—but we haven't found the light. It is a tired and wearied…
Captian's Log Again 15 Jun 202514 Jun 2025 "Again," came the voice from the darkness, and I tried again. "Again," he said when I fell. I rose and fell in the darkness. "Again." In the darkness, on my…
Captian's Log Left Hand 14 Jun 2025 I wish I understood. I see the pattern. It's a clear enough pattern. The driver's side tire went out, that is, my left tire, the left arm broke off my…
Captian's Log I Think So, Brain, but if We Covered Ourselves in Sackcloth and Ashes . . . 13 Jun 202513 Jun 2025 "Yes, but he's so bad at it." At least, that's how I remember the line going. It's been a hot minute since I watched a favorite childhood show, Invader Zim.…
Captian's Log The Peace 12 Jun 2025 The zombie lifted up his putrid head and met my eyes. There was almost a smile there on the rotting lips. Then it held out its hand to me. I'd…
Captian's Log Madman’s Toast 11 Jun 2025 The drinks were lifted up in toast, while lowered eyes met not.One voice did bellow out his boast, while each in private thought:One thought it shame, one thought it crime,some…
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