Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 11 Oct 2017 The Addition: Their heads, robbed of a robe’s hood a second, felt their scalps’ chilly bareness, and reckoned themselves discovered by this invader. Sudden quiet settled over the air. The…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 9 Oct 2017 The Addition: Into a farmers hut the man stumbles, while outside the mighty thunder rumbles. Around the table he finds four others adorned in robes, an order of brothers. The…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 8 Oct 2017 The Addition: At each step the cobblestone grows harder; his aching feet wish not to go farther. But, by unbreaking resolution spurred, he overcomes his sharp pains undeterred. A brewing…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 5 Oct 2017 The Addition: His face hidden under a blind man’s cowl would otherwise be reckoned for The Owl. This sometimes ally, in an alley’s shade, considered the merits of this strange…
Captian's Log Mortimer 4 Oct 2017 I've started another short story. Thought I'd give a teaser. Mortimer It’s funny, the little things that can get you. Like, I’ve spent my life keeping up this persona, creating…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 3 Oct 2017 The Addition: From the walled city’s center the bell tolls, spelling the hour’s end given damned souls to walk about this plane of mortal men whose blood yet flows, who…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 2 Oct 2017 The Addition: Wide eyed jailers, their iron cords lending, each to a ghost gives metal chain’s ending. From hard life graduates the prisoner without the aid of an executioner. Unlike…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 28 Sep 2017 I've added more to my narrative poem. Please enjoy. The addition: Out of the billowing haze, they emerge, their worn faces more befitting a dirge, skeletal men, the animated dead.…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Cuckoo’s Toll 27 Sep 2017 “Allow me to introduce myself,” he said. “My name is Death.” Continue reading: The Cuckoo’s Toll https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyFyAqLtHq8
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 26 Sep 201726 Sep 2017 Here's a further addition to the narrative poem I've been working on. The prisoner, amid ghastly jailers, walks with a head bent low by his failures. He is a hub…
