Captian's Log Drabble Series: Veiled Vista 13 Sep 202111 Sep 2021 As I stood there, filling my heart with beauty, the odd, unbelievable dreams of the night persisted in my memory, refusing to fade away. I wonder if I had killed…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Veiled Vista 12 Sep 202111 Sep 2021 The valley lay below, a dense tangle of trees on either bank of a twisting, winding river. The air up here was sweet, and as I gazed into that far…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Hunters of Man 7 Sep 20213 Sep 2021 Sorry, one more thought. I know I said no more interruptions, but this is more of a postscript. When you get this, it should come with a paper trail showing…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Hunters of Man 6 Sep 20213 Sep 2021 Okay, I put the recorder away until I got to my safe house. No more interruptions. Saul's MO were young, blonde women who like pumpkin spice and were looking for…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Hunters of Man 5 Sep 20213 Sep 2021 That was tense. Cop pulled me over. Thought I had a phone in my hand. Just this recorder. Still got a warning. Umm . . . we hunt them. Not…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Hunters of Man 4 Sep 20213 Sep 2021 I'm on the road. Saul's dead. Sorry I cut the recording. I didn't want you to hear. You were close. I'm sorry. But maybe by now, when this reaches you,…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Hunters of Man 3 Sep 2021 I hope, when it's over, when you hear this, you'll understand. I hope . . . I hope you listen. I get it. You probably think . . . you…
Captian's Log Poem: The Dragon Fierce 2 Sep 2021 The dragon fierce, the hero brave, and the battle rages on.The fire burns, the sword, it cleaves, and the fight will soon be won.The lizard's dead, the hero worn, but…
Captian's Log Gentle Repose 30 Aug 2021 "The doctor said rest was essential to my cure," he said drowsily, his wandering eyes offering me a brief glance before they were again pulled away by the dazzling vista…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Fantasy 23 Aug 2021 Falling through the depths of death Advancing through unconscious streams Nearing never any end Tossed, and tossed, and tossed again At once some sound may rend Silence, the dwelling of…
