Captian's Log Short Poem: Spider Lover 6 Jul 2020 (I'm feeling sick, so here is a very short poem). Spider, spider, spinning webs in darkened nook above my bed, weaving, weaving, through the night, inviting guests to end their…
Captian's Log Drabble: Bad Dreams 5 Jul 2020 The ancient horrors clawing at my mind reveal not their names. Their wretched voices, wordless grumbles, fill my head with dreams. The night is their stage, and yet the sun…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Spider and the Raven 3 Jul 20201 Jul 2020 The spider and raven conspired: Raven: I don’t understand the humans. Spider: Neither do I. Raven: They never fight for their food but give it away like parents to chicks.…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Spider 2 Jul 20201 Jul 2020 In the shadows of her hole, her eight legs quivering with zeal, the spider felt the shaking webs. The food, she knew, the food was outside, scurrying outside. Louder now;…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Raven 1 Jul 2020 The raven’s black quills, glistening like rainbows in the sun, fold upon its back as the cunning bird lands upon the roof of some cart. His shining eyes survey the…
Captian's Log Poem: The Revolution 30 Jun 2020 There, sallow and dirty, dying and dead, the wicked we feared now fears for its head. So lift up the banners, make a loud shout. There’s nothing to fear; we’re…
Captian's Log Drabble: Gentle River 29 Jun 2020 The flowing river’s gentle roar carries me into the night, and by its bank, sighing, I rest my head against a log. Goodnight, I whisper to the mighty river as…
Captian's Log Drabble: A Passing Thought 27 Jun 2020 The reflection in the lake catches a passing bird, whose shadowy and murky form glide quickly over the glasslike water until it reaches the edge of the pool and is…
Captian's Log Poem: Will-O-Wisp 23 Jun 2020 The haunting glow there through the mist —so quickly fading out of sight— of what, pray tell, does it consist? What be this strange and eerie light? A will-o-wisp, I’m…
Captian's Log Anon 22 Jun 2020 He sat with the dead, his back to the open coffin. The collar of his suit was undone, escaping the bounds of ordered symmetry. One lapel came up like a…
