Captian's Log Soliloquy: Heartless Stone 8 Nov 2020 There stands the heartless stone atilt behind a weedy veil. The statue's artful form, eroded by some hundred years, still holds the shape of man. The countenance is wholly lost;…
Captian's Log Poem: Bravery 7 Nov 2020 Please Read: Bravery The clanging swords of countless hosts resound within my ears. Their bloody war brought on by boasts will bring such bitter tears. They drench the earth in…
Captian's Log Poem for Mary 6 Nov 2020 Blessed among women, mother of God:The holy messenger, he greeted thee,and at that strange hailing, you stood there awed.Fear not, Mary, for shortly you will see.And thus the angel spoke,…
Captian's Log Poem: Ancient Chimes 5 Nov 2020 The ancient chimes are echoing;they're ready to be struck.And all the time you're beckoning,you lift us from the muck. What strange and oddly creatures wewho dance below the sky,and do…
Captian's Log Poem: The Fires 4 Nov 2020 Please Read: The Fires Excerpt: A moment’s glance from these eternal things— I’ll pounder now the present world: considering the smoke, the burning flames the death— No breath!— We pray…
Captian's Log Election Night 2020 3 Nov 2020 Well, it's election night, and I think it's the first one since I started this blog. I've made no secret of my political views: I'm hoping for a Trump win.…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: What’s Done 2 Nov 2020 My hand is in the satchel, and I feel the coldness against my palm. Grasping the little demon, I pull it into the light. Again, I close my eyes, and…
Captian's Log Drabble Series:What’s Done 1 Nov 2020 No more lies, I tell myself. The idol seems heavy as I walk through the halls of the apartment. So silent, this abandoned place. When will they find the body?…
Captian's Log 2020: Halloween 31 Oct 2020 Happy Halloween everyone. Night has fallen, the moon is full, and candy is plentiful. Halloween is a beautiful holiday, and I wish to note one particular aspect of it: Breaking…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: What’s Done 30 Oct 2020 I replace the idol into my satchel, and as I leave, I turn once more to the dead thing on the floor. The blood is splattered everywhere, and it pools…
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