Captian's Log Short: Timer 22 Sep 2020 The timer's almost up, its little knob slowly returning to zero. You can hear how the mechanism's pitch changes slightly as the end approaches. I wonder if I will feel…
Captian's Log Poem: To Be Titled Later 21 Sep 2020 Oops, I forgot. I didn't prepare anything for tonight. Here's a bit of a project I've been working on: I will declare that God is goodand praise His holy name.From…
Captian's Log Poem: Searching for Light 20 Sep 2020 There is a light, but I'm blindThere is today, but I'm dead There is a light I can't find,and there is night ahead. The loneliness of my gravesits with me…
Captian's Log Christianity and Politics 19 Sep 2020 The way some speak, politics is placed in opposition to Christianity. This on its own is strange, but when the same person is also advocating for a certain political view,…
Captian's Log It Rained! 18 Sep 2020 It finally rained last night. I couldn't sleep. I was lying in bed with a headache—I should have known then; I always get a headache before a storm. I couldn't…
Captian's Log Drabble: Lighthouse 17 Sep 2020 Waves break upon the rocky cliff, their foamy splash sent shooting in all directions. The rock remains, and on that ground the lighthouse stands. At night, when the winds roar…
Captian's Log Thoughts on “Social Capital” 16 Sep 202016 Sep 2020 Though the term "Social Capital" was new to me, the concept that certain people in the United States don't inherit the same starting position as others is fairly common, that…
Captian's Log Thoughts on “Racial Justice” 15 Sep 2020 I hate useless and euphemistic language. It is a personal quirk, but I prefer words to carry meaning, and for language to be a means of communication. The term "Racial…
Captian's Log Short: Larry 14 Sep 2020 Feeling sick tonight. Here is a short entry. "I heard a noise." The man's panicked voice whispers harshly. Moaning, I ask, "What?" "I heard something." "I didn't hear anything." "Well,"…
Captian's Log Poem: Another Day 13 Sep 2020 The night is creeping over me, its shadows long. The day recedes so swiftly now. I moan my song: A life so hurried is so bare; a breath breathed quickly…