Guest Blogger Post-Death Consciousness 15 Dec 2017 4th issue in series (find the other parts here.) Post-Death Consciousness (Leg 2) At this time, according to the principals of “disclosure,” I frankly admit to you that I…
Captian's Log Hello Darkness 11 Dec 2017 My opinion, this was Hell. I looked down the hill, watching the shadows of the sparse fir trees reaching up to me, climbing the grassy knoll. The warm glow of…
Guest Blogger Post-Death Consciousness 8 Dec 2017 So, to begin . . . (Very well, I guess I began my response by a short greeting to Dennis and Mark, followed by this text—broken into short segments for…
Guest Blogger Post-Death Consciousness 1 Dec 20172 Dec 2017 A small and clumsy answer to Dennis and his friend Mark Preamble (to the main work, I mean) 2nd issue in series (Read the first one here.) I first…
Guest Blogger Post-Death Consciousness 24 Nov 20172 Dec 2017 A small and clumsy answer to Dennis and his friend Mark (The full work of which being scheduled to appear in small weekly segments for publication in Tale Told.) Preamble…
Captian's Log Thanksgiving 2017 23 Nov 2017 Happy Thanksgiving, and may God bless you this holiday. The deepest joy is reserved for those who can be thankful through the ups and downs of life, and in this…
Captian's Log A Walk in Winter 14 Nov 2017 In the eternal winter twilight of my penitent exile, through the thick shadows of the falling snow, the red-orange glow of a flare bursts overhead. For a few minutes all…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 2 Nov 2017 The Addition: Soon over-swelling this little pond’s banks, the swiftly growing waters joined its ranks with the encroaching river’s deadly edge, thirsting to fill mortal lungs with its dregs. Helpless,…
Captian's Log Dead Man’s Hope 30 Oct 2017 There is hope today, I tell myself as I lay paralyzed in bed. Every morning’s the same now, like a weight in my chest, right over my heart, pining me…
Captian's Log Hello Darkness 24 Oct 201724 Oct 2017 I wrote this a few weeks ago but don't know how to end it. My opinion, this was Hell. I looked down the hill, watching the shadows of the sparse…
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