Captian's Log Making Monsters 4 Mar 2021 A nation that routinely murders its children I doubt will live long. I like to write horror; nothing sordid. Not exactly suspense thrillers, I'm more trying to capture a mood,…
Captian's Log But What Do You Fear? 3 Mar 2021 I have traveled far and wide. I have seen princes of noble birth, and self-styled kings—bandit lords. I have seen a brother kill a brother, and that second brother, the…
Captian's Log Paradox of Life: Offenses Must Come 2 Mar 2021 I used to have a recurring fantasy in grade school. I would sit in history class, next to the window, look out at the hills, and I would imagine a…
Captian's Log Confessed Dreamer 1 Mar 2021 What happens to our dreams when we wake? What happens to those unfinished, unbegun tales hiding behind our eyes? The mad chaos of sleep; the tranquility of dreams. I am…
Captian's Log Reflections on the Book of Haggai 28 Feb 202128 Feb 2021 Settings There are three main messages in the book of Haggai, and therefore three slightly different settings into which these messages are delivered. All are given in the second year…
Captian's Log Reflections on the Book of Habakkuk 27 Feb 20211 Mar 2021 The book of Habakkuk starts strangely; it starts with a question: "How long?" The prophet agonizes. The questions seem all too familiar in our secular age: God does not listen,…
Captian's Log Monster Poem: Ghoul Caught 26 Feb 202125 Feb 2021 Below, the dad, his son, and his boy's son,all three among the dead—one with a gun—and all was dark, and filled with baby's cries,and rage, and fear, and blindness of…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghoulish Epilogue 25 Feb 202125 Feb 2021 What dread and foul a thing it is to die,forever in the bitter dust to lie,what sad and lonely place to be interred,in silence lost, to speak no further word,for…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghoul’s Crypt 24 Feb 2021 Over the mossened stones came weeping calls;from out that rotting church of crumbling wallsthe baby's voice, with loudest shrieking wails—O how this sickened heart within me fails—broke through the silence…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghoul’s Haunting 23 Feb 2021 The Mother The weary morning, like a beaten slavewho has no other hope besides the grave,begrudgingly passed on from dawn to day,bearing the summer's foul, baroque display:'twas here a patch…
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