Captian's Log Short Poem: Desert Storm 17 May 2020 Tonight, there’s rain in the desert, and the storm’s like roaring lions. From West to East I see it fall, and from North to South it’s pouring. In the darkness,…
Captian's Log Short: New Day 16 May 2020 Tired, panting, I feel the weight of the year crushing me, and with each troubled wheeze escaping my lungs, I stagger toward the cliffedge. The stickiness of my blood rests…
Captian's Log Crystal Sun 15 May 2020 I was in the barn that first snow. Sweat was gathering on me, mixing with the dust. I could feel the dirt of the day clinging to my burning skin.…
Captian's Log Poem: If Only 14 May 2020 If time would last forever If this moment would never end If the stars would stay and the moon would halt in the sky I could wait here for you,…
Captian's Log Drabble: I Dream 13 May 202014 May 2020 Here now I am dreaming that the sun is breaking through, and that the clouds are being driven away. I am dreaming that there is a blue sky again, that…
Captian's Log Drabble: Passing Away 12 May 202011 May 2020 There is a place for me, but for now I am lost in this storm, caught in it. I have no direction; I have only patience. I plod forward, not…
Captian's Log Drabble: In the Darkness 11 May 2020 I felt the rain before it fell, tasted it upon the air, the very scent of the wind was ready for it, but for all that, when the rain finally…
Captian's Log Unknown 10 May 2020 I myself am not an anthropologist, but there exists within me a fascination with humanity. I remember once, having traveled farther than my map prescribed—into that realm of foreboding dragons—when…
Captian's Log Drabble: He Waits 8 May 2020 The lord of the desert hides in a shadowed tomb, his burnt skin like shrinking, tearing leather resting over his bones. His face, set sardonically in an invariable grin, with…
Captian's Log Moving On 7 May 2020 It was over . . . Done. I was done. There was nothing left to do. The hum of the car’s air conditioner was the only sound I could hear.…
