Captian's Log Sinister 28 Feb 202621 Feb 2026 The hiss of a viper, the smile of a friend,a firm handshake at the day's slow end.The desert is wide and grows cold quickbut like jackrabbit, I've got my own…
Captian's Log Drawing My Sword 27 Feb 202621 Feb 2026 Drawing my sword, I lowered my weight, readying myself to spring. He glowered at me, his hand moving toward his hilt. The fingers, just brushing the ruby of his pommel,…
Captian's Log The Last Zombie III 26 Feb 202621 Feb 2026 Little details cling to the moment for me, the whoop-whoop of my sling as I began to spin it faster and faster, the erratic twitchings of the shambler as it…
Captian's Log The Last Zombie II 25 Feb 202621 Feb 2026 It was past noon, but still bright. All kinds of insects were flying about the low sunbeams, and the stems of various flowers would bend under the weight of a…
Captian's Log The Last Zombie I 24 Feb 202621 Feb 2026 He was not long dead, I think; bloated, though, and pale. The clothes were fairly well kept, so I don't think he had been out wandering long. A shambler, I…
Captian's Log It’s Called, I Do a Little Rambling 23 Feb 202617 Feb 2026 It seems to me there is an opposite version of the euphemism treadmill. Before I was born, my father worked with special needs adults, except, back then, the term special…
Captian's Log He Marches On 22 Feb 202614 Feb 2026 The wounded man leans against the red brick wall, his eyes wandering up the yellow beam of the streetlamp. The city has no sky; no stars or moon shine over…
Captian's Log Getting Worse 21 Feb 202614 Feb 2026 Is it trauma when everyone is traumatized? I have been trying to understand The Turn of the Screw. Was it technically good? Yes. Frightening? Somewhat. But, I ask myself, what…
Captian's Log The Jungle 20 Feb 202614 Feb 2026 The tiger, bloody mouthed, drinks from the stream to cool his raging thirst. Already, flies are gathered there above the carcass, a buzzing cloud behind that tree. Soon, the smell…
Captian's Log Whispers of Winter 19 Feb 202614 Feb 2026 Where walks the sacred lady whose pale and brilliant visage, like the moon, smiles at times in this darkness? Why must she turn her face away? Ah, perhaps to turn…
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