Captian's Log Sonnet: New Life 9 Jul 2018 Please read: New Life excerpt: As like that tree humbly without Spring’s joy, without green leaf—no budding fruit is found—; as like that tree whose brittle limbs no boy should climb—a…
Captian's Log You’re Dead (Sight of Wisdom) 5 Jul 2018 Have you ever wished for a nightmare? It’s a strange addiction for me, wanting the macabre to invade me with night terrors. In the midst of the dream, locked within…
Captian's Log Short Story: Let Us Go Into the Light 9 Jun 2018 Let Us Go Into the Light Excerpt: What was my promise? It’s fair you should ask. I said she’d taken me from my living death when she smiled at me,…
Captian's Log Poem: Graveyard’s Crooked Path 30 May 2018 Please read: Graveyard’s Crooked Path Snippet: Down by the Graveyard’s Crooked Path—so named, for that’s the way pallbearers bear their load— a winding course, a twisted pave-d road, I came unto…
Captian's Log Poem: Burned 14 May 201814 May 2018 (Life appears to have some cruel design upon me today, and I've had to cobble this post together while riding in a car. I hope this work manages to be…
Captian's Log Life or Death 10 May 201811 May 2018 I don’t know how long ago I killed the engine. In the winternight’s darkness, my hand rested on the key: a quick turn and I could be out of here,…
Captian's Log… Update: The Eyes of God 1 May 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: Oraculi was silent then, and waddling a few steps from me, uplifted himself in a flutter of black feathers. He flew toward…
Captian's Log First Thoughts on Infinity Wars 29 Apr 201829 Apr 2018 The latest Avengers movie, Infinity War, strikes me as one of the best additions to the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU.) It approaches more mature themes than other recent releases, creates…
Captian's Log . . . And Another Thing 24 Apr 201824 Apr 2018 “Now it is time that we were going, I to die and you to live, but which of us has the happier prospect is unknown to anyone but God.” ~Apologia…
Captian's Log Poem: Death Stalked 22 Apr 2018 Here is something of an unfinished thought I've explored in troubled verse. Death, in his black outfit stalked me: Whispering softly a song, following all summer long, Th’specter tonight has…
