Captian's Log Kindness 4 Feb 20251 Feb 2025 Kindness brings tears to those ready to cryas sure as a knife draws blood.Though I'm too young and not ready to dieno power can forestall this flood. Calling on saints,…
Captian's Log A Chill 3 Feb 20251 Feb 2025 I cannot escape the chill. Every time I see one, even before I know…the first time, I just felt it. Didn't know what I felt. Didn't know what was about…
Captian's Log Ghost’s Parting Sigh 2 Feb 202525 Jan 2025 We watched for you, waited for the light in the dark. For how many ages have we been longing, hoping? All dead. I am the last. Only I and these…
Captian's Log There is a Prison 1 Feb 202525 Jan 2025 “There is a prison,” I said. “Is it just?” he asked. “And he waits in darkness.” “But is it just?” “Long ago, I commended him to the guard.” “If he…
Captian's Log Morning and Night 31 Jan 202525 Jan 2025 In the cool of the night a voice, a whisper on the sands, and I heard melody in my dreams. The smoke of the fire rose and twisted in the…
Captian's Log What Dreams Avail the Dead 30 Jan 202525 Jan 2025 I hope the words we sang tonight while drifting down the riverside are heard again some other time, that other voices sing again the rhymes we threaded between the stars.…
Captian's Log A Koan of my Own 29 Jan 202525 Jan 2025 Unfortunately, the mirror is blocking your face, and if you could stop looking at yourself, you might find that elusive stranger walking about out in the world. You hold up…
Captian's Log הבל הבלים 28 Jan 202525 Jan 2025 If everything is pointless and meaningless, why bother saying so? You feel pain? Well, isn't that a sort of meaning? You can't say "everything is meaningless" because meaningless is meaningless…
Captian's Log Eulogy: Song 25 Jan 202520 Jan 2025 Beyond the silent seathe fading mysterya world that never wasand yet will come again.And that will be becausethe troubled race of mensee through the future's seamswithin their silent dreams.
Captian's Log Eulogy: Truth 24 Jan 202520 Jan 2025 The last speech was given by a child. Imagine him, if you will, in rags, or ill fitted clothes that might have once looked nice. Their colors have faded, the…
Tale Told 