Captian's Log Poem: Dreaming 16 Jan 2021 Please Read: Dreaming Excerpt: Here in the words of the poet I cry, knowing the time has come for goodbye. Still there’s a glimmer of light in my eye, for…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Just Free 15 Jan 202124 Sep 2025 She knocked on my door. I saw her distorted image through the fisheyed peephole. The door opened. "He's dead," she said, her foot tapping. I nod. "How?" She sighed and…
Captian's Log Short Poem: A Mighty King 14 Jan 2021 Within an hallowed sepulcher there restsa mighty king whose withered frame suggestsyet still his ancient majesty. His headwith tarnished gold is crowned, and though he's dead,he still holds court, seated…
Captian's Log Drabble: Bubbles Bubbles 13 Jan 2021 Suffocating silence; insolent noise; the pendulum swings us into the grave. Extreme to extreme, neither reaching its full, the one falls back into the other. What silly mutterings are these,…
Captian's Log Drabble: Crashing Sea 12 Jan 2021 The zombie stayed upon a precipice, his lifeless eyes following after his quarry. Down, down, down into the crashing waves the horrified man had plunged. If zombies have expressions, this…
Captian's Log Poem: Remember, Remember, Remember 11 Jan 2021 Please Read: Remember, Remember, Remember Right before the world was born Everything by chaos torn Mighty words broke through the din; Enlightenment—order would win. More days, more words, and all…
Captian's Log Short: So Far Away 10 Jan 2021 I hear the gentle roar of the ocean calling me from across the shore. I see the inviting waves rising from the blue. No time! No time! I have no…
Captian's Log Drabble: We Hear 9 Jan 2021 And we heard you in the night when the dying embers of our neglected fire let out their last gasps of warmth. We heard you in the morning as the…
Captian's Log I Am Not a Rationalist 8 Jan 2021 I am not a rationalist, and what I mean is that I do not believe there are answers to everything. I think, at bottom, at the deepest level of reality,…
Captian's Log Poem: I Have No Name 7 Jan 20211 Jan 2021 In a little grove's a standing stone: Half covered by a mossy dress—All works of man do so regress.Veneration long forgot,Entropy's no longer fought. Now here inscribed are brilliant deeds—Only…
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