Captian's Log The Thieves’ Bazar 28 Dec 2024 A shrouded figure rode through the thieves' bazaar, the drooping tassels of his grey covering the same dark shade of his charcoal steed. His shadow moved through the lamplight, passing…
Captian's Log Run 27 Dec 2024 On the third day of my journey, I saw one. There are few pathways in those woods, and I had to climb over a knobby mound of raised roots where…
Captian's Log A Dream of Mine I Fear 26 Dec 2024 I sat beside a mighty stonewhere little moss had grownand in its shadow felt a chillthat haunts me this day stillFor I had stopped to picnic thereand breathe the open…
Captian's Log 2024: Merry Christmas 25 Dec 202423 Dec 2024 Merry Christmas The Christ is here, the infinite—how small is one newborn—and did those parents know it fit?The bread that would be torn,they placed Him in a feeding trough,laid Him…
Captian's Log In the Dear Dark 23 Dec 2024 The tiger coils in the dark,his eyes are emerald flames.In lightless seas there swims the shark;his hunger no soul tames.The watchful owl waits in the night,no mercy in its glare.In…
Captian's Log The Killers’ Dance 21 Dec 2024 The killers, dancing in the night, all envy, hate, desire,have finally begun to fightaround the fading fire. They struggle in the dying lightand clench in an embrace. The dance here…
Captian's Log The Ending 20 Dec 2024 The wall was missing here, a gaping wound where the bomb had gone off. Death clung to the place even as nature reclaimed what had been the domain of man.…
Captian's Log Who Am I? 19 Dec 2024 I wonder who I am and if I have a name.I wonder where I'll go, and if I'll be the same.I wonder many things. I wonder all the time.I wonder…
Captian's Log The Silence of Space 18 Dec 2024 The engine stalled, and for a few, breathless moments, the silence of space invaded the little shuttle. The momentum pressed us forward, and we drifted through the quiet, watchful stars.…
Captian's Log Dear Lord, From Lars 17 Dec 2024 My Lord, I thought perhaps you were coming. Perhaps you still are. You may be waylaid. You may, I can foresee, be harried with more pressing concerns. Or you might…
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