Captian's Log Signs 27 Feb 2022 Wild, the wind was blowing, and dark the sky it grew; Wild, the wind was racing, and dark the signs above. Strange, abhorrent things were born beneath weird, flashing lights.…
Captian's Log Poem: The Dark Comes First 12 Aug 2019 Please Read: The Dark Comes First His beak the soft flesh tears; no life is left which cares to shoo black feathered fowl away. Stale bile cakes his crown; black…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Nights 8 Aug 2019 Give me a little, or give me some more, it will not matter when it starts to pour. Lights are all burning, they’re all burning out, and in the end…
Captian's Log Crow 5 Jul 20192 Jul 2019 The crow pecks lazily at a dried, yellow weed. Sometimes caught up in his beak, he throws it playfully. Then hopping after it, his black plumage ruffling in the air,…
Captian's Log… Update: The Eyes of God 28 Mar 2018 I'm still fighting off a cold, and now my asthmatic lungs have decided to house whatever germs have been partying in my exhausted sinuses. The obvious remedy is whiskey, but…
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