Captian's Log He Marches On 22 Feb 202614 Feb 2026 The wounded man leans against the red brick wall, his eyes wandering up the yellow beam of the streetlamp. The city has no sky; no stars or moon shine over…
Captian's Log Getting Worse 21 Feb 202614 Feb 2026 Is it trauma when everyone is traumatized? I have been trying to understand The Turn of the Screw. Was it technically good? Yes. Frightening? Somewhat. But, I ask myself, what…
Captian's Log The Jungle 20 Feb 202614 Feb 2026 The tiger, bloody mouthed, drinks from the stream to cool his raging thirst. Already, flies are gathered there above the carcass, a buzzing cloud behind that tree. Soon, the smell…
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…
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