Captian's Log Can You See Me? 5 Jun 2019 “Can you see me?” he whispered. She continued with her chores silently, gliding like a dancer through the house. He followed her, broken, sometimes whispering, sometimes shouting, begging to be…
Captian's Log Journey’s End 30 May 2019 The open road stretched on into the setting sun. Yawning, his eyes squinting nearly shut, the driver turned his headlights on with a twist. Rolling the window down an inch,…
Captian's Log Poem: What Dreams the King up on His Throne 29 May 2019 Please read: What Dreams the King up on His Throne? Excerpt: What dreams the king up on his throne? What weight now bows his head? Some oracle furrows his brow?…
Captian's Log Poem: Want (A Riddle) 28 May 201927 May 2019 Please read: Want Excerpt: But Death, in blackened cowl then spoke: This time I’ll let thee fly and live, yet only with this dreaded yoke; from hunger saved this deal I’ll give: [continue]
Captian's Log Death Wears Red 11 May 2019 The blood red cape flapped in his wake, stained that hue when he pressed it into the bleeding side of his brother. Reasonless after the night—no dream came to heal…
Captian's Log Echoes in the Night 9 May 2019 The chains dragged his feeble flesh to the floor, their unseen lengths fading into the dark nothingness from which they’d sprung. Yet he struggled under the weight, and the chains…
Captian's Log A Face of Death 2 May 2019 I've been on the upswing since getting sick. However, today I felt like I was dying. Please forgive this short post. The monster had no lips to hide its teeth…
Captian's Log 2019: Good Friday 19 Apr 2019 We didn’t understand some two thousand years ago when Christ died. Jesus had failed, mankind was doomed, and death showed itself the ultimate victor. God had been with us, and…
Captian's Log Sonnet: Time 6 Apr 20196 Apr 2019 Please Read: Time Excerpt: As time is ever moving, driving fast, into that ultimate moment, the end, when all futures are burned, consumed, at last —our broken histories no hope to…
Captian's Log The Bouquet 27 Mar 201927 Mar 2019 I wonder how it feels, that moment before—to see what no living man may see and live—I wonder how it feels before it— John VII is wheeled in, dead. Before…
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