Captian's Log Fevered Rambling 2 Jul 20231 Jul 2023 I'm fighting a fever, and I never know if I'm in my right mind. I know, for a brief moment, when I wake up, when clarity breaks through the haze,…
Captian's Log Disturbed Rest 1 Jul 202324 Jun 2023 "I keep waking up at night," I proclaim to my distracted roommates. "It's that—" I hold off the ready expletive, "—music." I glance around the small, busy kitchen, wondering if…
Captian's Log Limits of my Art 30 Jun 202324 Jun 2023 I sometimes wish I was a painter or sculptor, that I had learned how to make pictures, because sometimes I see images in my head so clearly, so viscerally, images…
Captian's Log Zombie Apocalypse Poem 29 Jun 202324 Jun 2023 What's in those faded eyes? Does any soul look out? Trapped in this human guise, does just a monster shout? Can anyone foretell or anyone foresee What hand shall strike…
Captian's Log Wicked Ears 28 Jun 202324 Jun 2023 A cozy coffin, a rainy day, a swinging corpse now half decayed, the gallows' gathered murder's caws, and in my grave, I stop and pause and listen to the evening's…
Captian's Log Death’s Serenade 27 Jun 202324 Jun 2023 The portrait rests unfinished on the easel, and while the painter dreams, death plays his song. The chords, arranged to lull, the tune, decrease will, enchant the portraitist to sleep…
Captian's Log I Love My Cat 26 Jun 202317 Jun 2023 I love my cat, her warmth and claws, I love her fur and little paws, I love her shining, emerald eyes, the way in which she lies, her never ending…
Captian's Log Dust, Ashes, and Ghosts 25 Jun 202324 Jun 2023 "The house burned down seven years ago," he said slowly. His eyes searched my face. "The children, well, they used to keep the rooms locked because the children kept sneaking…
Captian's Log 2023: Dobbs 24 Jun 2023 Today is the first anniversary of the Dobbs decision, and I'm wondering how many children are turning one today as well on account of it. How many babies are crying…
Captian's Log After the Deed 23 Jun 202317 Jun 2023 The sink is red with blood. I can hear myself panting. More soap. The water's running; not enough. I can see specks of blood everywhere. Scrubbing. More soap. Pink bubbles.…
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