Captian's Log Poem: Power of Darkness 29 Aug 2017 Been working on a new poem. Would that the right were always the strong, but perhaps in this I am wrong. Evil to lose, is my dream, its success makes…
Captian's Log Just Sleeping 28 Aug 201728 Aug 2017 Saint Paul talks about dying daily, and yet every day I find I would rather wallow in self-pity. This whole immortality thing he’s talking about in Corinthians sounds great, but…
Captian's Log Night Terrors: Finished 27 Aug 201726 Aug 2017 Please read my poem, Night Terrors. Thank you to everyone who liked the rough draft of this poem. You can read the earlier version here: Regarding Night Terrors. This was a…
Captian's Log… Wolf Head: Foreshadows 26 Aug 2017 Atop the hill, the three men stand like monuments. The leftmost, the shaft of his spear extending high into the sky, plants the butt of his weapon into the soft…
Captian's Log Regarding Night Terrors 25 Aug 2017 I started working on another poem, I don't have a title yet, but it is based off of my own real life experience. Anyway, this is mostly unedited. I am…
Captian's Log A Coffin for Two (Continued) 24 Aug 2017 After about a month's hiatus, I return to my short story, A Coffin for Two. The little brass bell dances up and down at the opening of the door.…
Captian's Log The Most Controversial 23 Aug 2017 Heading home on the train, rereading one of my favorite books, Dracula, I notice a boisterous presence. It distracted me—I was getting to one of the best parts where, spoilers,…
Captian's Log Carnival: Rough Draft 22 Aug 201715 Nov 2017 Update: You can read the finished version here: The Carnival The Freak: Come here often, or is it your first time? The Man: (Looking around anxiously) I know not of how…
Captian's Log Poem: Child in the Snow 21 Aug 2017 Please read my poem, Child in the Snow. It's a bittersweet story.
By the Sword… The Eagle and the Lamb 20 Aug 201719 Aug 2017 Perspective is a terrible thing, throwing into doubt, not our eyes, but ourselves, not the things around us, but the entire world those things occupy. I think, should an eagle,…
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