Captian's Log Short: The Room of a Quarter to Three 18 Jan 2022 The clock stands silently against the southern wall opposite the dusty fireplace, its unmoving hands now forever waiting at a quarter to three. No living hand comes again to wind…
Captian's Log Poem: Dreams of Darkness 17 Jan 2022 Once the dream remained,but now the song is lost.Just notes, just words, are here,the meaning's dead and gone. The record turns,the needle's in the groove,they're dancing all around,but I hear…
Captian's Log Drabble: End of the Day 16 Jan 2022 Do you like it? I tried to find the best day. Don't try to talk. You're dying. I don't know what happens next. My job is here on earth. I…
Captian's Log From the Archives: On Poetry 15 Jan 2022 There is a Charles Bronson film titled Telefon. It is most of what you would expect from a Charles Bronson film. It's a little silly, a little fun, a bit…
Captian's Log Hush 14 Jan 2022 At the Library "Not everything in the library is catalogued," I whispered. "What?" he asked. "There are stories that are told only in whispers, books that are given no titles,…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Sidewalk Ends 13 Jan 2022 One day you gave up. I don't know why. You just stopped. You're like a dead fish carried in a stream; I see you moving, but there's no life there.…
Captian's Log Short: A Rose 12 Jan 2022 It was a normal post. Mostly normal. Letters, mostly invoices and cheques, and a rose; all arriving together. I wonder what correspondence our correspondence kept while waiting to be brought…
Captian's Log Short: The Turning of the Tide 11 Jan 2022 "It's rather relaxing," I said. He groaned groggily. I kicked his limp head, and he sputtered out profanities. "Wake up," I said. "What the hell!" he shouted. "It's peaceful," I…
Captian's Log Poem: The Salesman 10 Jan 2022 We sell the parts you need or want,an arm, an ear, some legs to flaunt.Don't ask us where our stores come from.Try a spare eye? Some toes? A thumb?I see,…
Captian's Log Short: Twenty Years 9 Jan 2022 The tears of twenty years finally burst from his eyes. Everything. His whole life, his whole sorry, miserable life, came at him like a flood. He was not okay, and…
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