Captian's Log Poem: Softly Time Kills 21 Aug 2020 Silently the hourglass is turned Only one grinning skull can see Finality begins its slow ebb Tick tock, the clock is winding down Long are the chimes that ring out…
Captian's Log Into the Wintry Night 18 Aug 2020 "I admit to my confusion, dear Mortimer. You want me to die, I suppose, catch my death of cold, risk life and limb, and for what, a measly band of…
Captian's Log The Final Words of the Rt Hon. Milton Freemore 16 Aug 202017 Aug 2020 The Right Honorable Milton Freemore was found dead this evening. There is no word yet on the cause of death, but . . . I dare not say. I saw…
Captian's Log Poem: Without Light 7 Aug 2020 Old, sallow death is watching you, he's waiting at your side; just turn and he'll be in your view when time has come to die. The sands are falling faster…
Captian's Log Drabble: Murder 6 Aug 2020 The solid thud of his body hitting the sand, the little cloud rising around his still form, the echoing gunshot—it was all over. Smoke rose from the glistening barrel of…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: Driftwood 29 Jul 202028 Jul 2020 My bleeding lips crack under the burning sun. The sweet taste of my own blood is all I have to drink—there is no water but that deadly brine the ocean…
Captian's Log Musings by a Graveyard 21 Jul 202020 Jul 2020 I don't know what goes on in me. It is like a pain. It is at once a severe emptiness, a void, and yet it is a heavy weight, like…
Captian's Log Short: Nothing 20 Jul 2020 "The timeless darkness which waits even now for our momentary light to flicker and be gone, in sundry ways seeps into our life, its many tentacles, like a million little…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Bedlam 17 Jul 2020 The dead, their wearied forms and twisted backs, their jerking steps, and shambling hoards and packs, pursue in mindless mass the living souls left on this earth who've yet escaped…
