Captian's Log Whispers of Winter 19 Feb 202614 Feb 2026 Where walks the sacred lady whose pale and brilliant visage, like the moon, smiles at times in this darkness? Why must she turn her face away? Ah, perhaps to turn…
Captian's Log The Drunkard 18 Feb 202614 Feb 2026 The drunkard staggered, here to the right and there to the left, following the general direction of his star. Disheveled but in this moment merry, his laughter disrupts his neighbors'…
Captian's Log Tomorrow Is Lent 17 Feb 2026 What a dearth I have fallen into. Exhaustion has robbed me of so much life. I hate working like this: Always too little rest, always leaning on that desperate energy…
Captian's Log The Last Time? 16 Feb 202614 Feb 2026 Is this my final goodbye? I do not know. Is this just another visit? Who can tell me? When the storm comes, will I be so far away, so very…
Captian's Log The Dreams are Ended 15 Feb 20267 Feb 2026 I thought, just for a moment, that there was love. My fault; I forgot: What you were, what I was, that we're masks. Midnight came, and we ended with the…
Captian's Log Love Nest and Zombies 14 Feb 2026 She lay there, half covered in the disheveled sheets of our lovemaking, the silken red covers flowing freely over her hips like a waterfall. Her one exposed breast rose like…
Captian's Log Best to Pretend 13 Feb 20267 Feb 2026 Have you been dreaming? So softly, dreams come, visions broken in waking, shattered by a startling light. What violence the truth can bring. Best to close your eyes; keep them…
Captian's Log My Breast Your Grave 12 Feb 20267 Feb 2026 I try to find out where I broke my heart, which blow it was that did me in, but no pain or grief has slain my soul— I dwell upon…
Captian's Log When I Shatter 11 Feb 20267 Feb 2026 Too easy to love and too easy to hate,too easy to become what you just can't take. All of these hungers that I just can't sateand I fear every moment…
Captian's Log Shape Shifter 10 Feb 20267 Feb 2026 Slipping the handcuffs off, he tossed them in the alley's bin, regretting the loud thunking echo which rose from the nearly hollow container. Garbage day, he thought as he stripped…
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