Captian's Log Daydream: Masks 7 Mar 2019 “The masks make us their slaves. They wear us.” The youth looked into the cut out eyes of the bandana he’d home-brewed into a disguise. Did they look back into…
Captian's Log The Hunter 6 Mar 2019 The rain strikes the earth softly tearing away the ground in a growing deluge. The clouds overwhelm the sky: there is no moon nor stars, there is no light. The…
Captian's Log Short Story: Serpent 5 Mar 2019 Hal couldn’t sleep. His exited fingers wrestled with a bit of frayed cord, a white snake ceaselessly coiling and uncoiling as he stared into the shadows of his room. There…
Captian's Log Poem: Imago Dei 4 Mar 20194 Mar 2019 Please read: Imago Dei Excerpt: How beautiful to think this dust is formed —and lovingly is touched, inspired by the maker of the starry host—in God’s image. What dread wonder, what…
Captian's Log Poem: You Were There 28 Feb 2019 Please read: You Were There I wrote this a long time ago, but did not know how to set up the columns via WordPress. A few days ago, I happened upon…
Captian's Log Out of Hell 27 Feb 2019 At sundry times, the interspeaker drolled: “Boarding: Alpha Gate to Oblivion Boarding: Lambda Gate to Limbo Boarding: Omega Gate out of Hell.” He rose, he thought solemnly, holding his little…
Captian's Log By Myself 26 Feb 2019 _____In a brief moment of sanity, which passing left me hollow, left me alone, I saw the logic of my life led out into the darkness of time where I…
Captian's Log Daydreams Before Bed 23 Feb 2019 So, the post I was working on tonight grew and grew and, dang it! I want to go to bed. Unfortunately, being an argumentative work, I feel disinclined to post…
Captian's Log Dreams 22 Feb 2019 As another busy week ends, I consider life. In the night the luminous petals spread, their soft blue light easing the watchful night to dreams. Their center stalks invitingly reach…
Captian's Log Poem: The Choice Once Made 19 Feb 201919 Feb 2019 Please Read: The Choice Once Made Excerpt: Don’t make me do it, man, don’t make me shoot you dead. The hammer’s cocked; the barrel’s hot against your head. And all…
