Captian's Log Seeds 25 Nov 201825 Nov 2018 Last time in Visions Softly Creeping: It didn’t respond with words or language, or pictures or thoughts; she just suddenly understood, a revelation like a neon sign splitting the night. She…
Captian's Log On Religion 24 Nov 2018 Please, nobody crucify me for this, but I’m going to talk about Santa; so, spoilers if you haven’t reached around the age of seven. My parents were caught between two…
Captian's Log Poem: Candlelight 23 Nov 2018 Please read: Candlelight excerpt: Candlelight love, its gentle glow, I’ll never know. But what of love?
Captian's Log Short Story: The Damned City 22 Nov 2018 In all men’s lives a journey comes, and I was in the midst of mine. I had stalled, though, and was alone in some outgrowth of a harbor few tourists…
Captian's Log The Chair Out of Time 21 Nov 2018 The wings of his chair cast long, flickering streaks of shadow stretching to the door like bleak tongues licking at the guest’s feet. This young man stood in the threshold…
Captian's Log Poem: Broken Sword 20 Nov 2018 A short little jaunt into a medieval fantasy. Please enjoy. I know no other way and draw my broken sword. The jagged edge, which once pointed would pierce the flesh,…
Captian's Log Early Thanksgiving 19 Nov 2018 Rolling over this morning, I happened to just quickly check—I’m not obsessed or anything—my stats page to see if anyone might have hit my blog while I was sleeping, and,…
Captian's Log Veil of Stone 18 Nov 2018 So silently dreamy night comes in, a wave of the rising wintry tide, and over those ancient stones her cool lips kiss the scene with lengthening shadows. How dark and…
Captian's Log The Forgotten Columns 17 Nov 2018 Four broken and tumbled columns remain in that deserted waste. Slowly the foliage creeps over their ruins, but faceless gardeners return to clear the forest away. They are at times…
Captian's Log Essay: Hope Nevermore 16 Nov 2018 Please read: Hope Nevermore Excerpt: I see the window and door as representations of the same event. The same call, the same tapping, draws the narrator to each. The consequences of…
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