Captian's Log Poetry Which Destroys: The Sex Life of Fire 25 Feb 2019 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0RsH0rQzsyA I can barely speak. Just watch, listen.
Captian's Log Poem: The Choice Once Made 19 Feb 201919 Feb 2019 Please Read: The Choice Once Made Excerpt: Don’t make me do it, man, don’t make me shoot you dead. The hammer’s cocked; the barrel’s hot against your head. And all…
Captian's Log Poem: No Longer Mine’s to Be 15 Feb 2019 Please read: No Longer Mine’s to Be Excerpt: Sometimes you feel something will give, yet know not when you’ll break. I reached my hand out to my love. Empty, my hand…
Captian's Log Song in the Graveyard 13 Feb 201913 Feb 2019 The first time he came here, the mist had been too thick for him to see; he wandered unknowingly. A sudden gust lifted the pale clouds, and the shadowed femurs…
Captian's Log Isle of Despair 12 Feb 2019 In a bottle was found this scrawled letter, though it was recovered far inland: She was beautiful, and so far from me. Like a distant ship out to sea when…
Captian's Log Random Thoughts 9 Feb 2019 What are the undead? There are many ways we have envisioned the undead, corporeal and incorporeal, malignant or benign, the undead even run the gamut of good and evil. Yet…
Captian's Log Thus Spake the Abomination 8 Feb 20198 Feb 2019 “I knew you,” said the abomination, its malformed mouth slowly forming the human words. It reached out its prosthetic arm, but then, as its armored appendage drew closer, it stopped.…
Captian's Log Short Story: Son of Death 21 Jan 2019 Please read: Son of Death Excerpt: None paid attention to the slight glimmer, the haze building around him, as he stepped between the hedges. In another moment, he was invisible. Why?…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Death’s Son 19 Jan 2019 With a sigh, he pulled the sock out of G.’s mouth. “Traitor,” G.’s head said from its box in the passenger seat. Shivers ran up and down Pluto’s spine. Reaching…
Captian's Log Mermaid’s Larder 16 Jan 201916 Jan 2019 The mermaid’s lover’s lay quietly along the ocean floor, their bones arranged by her loving hand. Into the depths they followed her, starved and longing. Her kisses little fed them,…
