Captian's Log You’re Dead 21 Jan 202520 Jan 2025 "If you were dead, would you want to know?" I ask. The waitress had just taken our orders and menus from us, and my friend was sipping his lager while…
Captian's Log My Plea 19 Jan 202518 Jan 2025 There lies beyond this narrow breadth of suffering, if you can lay it down, a living offering, a happiness above all that you lost;so count, dear friend, and understand the…
Captian's Log And Make the Rhythm Mad 12 Jan 202511 Jan 2025 https://taletold.wordpress.com/poems-2/and-make-the-rhythm-mad/
Captian's Log Eyes of Flame 8 Jan 2025 The flames, still living, burned, stretching their hot tongues up toward a clouded and darkening heaven; they cared not nor knew the blackened husk was dead, their job done, accomplished.…
Captian's Log Amazed 6 Jan 2025 The slaughter was amazing. That seemed a bathetic descriptor, but amazing it was. The hapless carnage, leaving no escape into ignorance, no matter how willful, buggered the mind. You simply…
Captian's Log Memories of a Shadow 4 Jan 2025 "The silent silhouette, passing through the light, there and gone, is burned into my mind. Someone else was there. A savior, perhaps. It's not much to go on, a memory…
Captian's Log A New World 1 Jan 202531 Dec 2024 They both reformed, slowly. There was a point, as the flesh and tissues began covering the bones, that he knew pain again. The transition from a sort of disembodied consciousness,…
Captian's Log Nothing to Take in the End 31 Dec 202424 Sep 2025 Let us set the scene. The sun is low, but it has been low many hours now, and that dim glow on the horizon, changeless, growing neither darker nor brighter,…
Captian's Log One With the Storm 30 Dec 2024 Stupid. That's all I can think. Stupid. Swallowing my anger, I close my eyes and try to breathe a moment. In the distance, I can hear the religious chanting from…
Captian's Log The Graverobber 29 Dec 202428 Dec 2024 The graverobber leaned on his shovel and sighed. His breath went forth as a white cloud that December morning, and it seemed all the weariness of his scoured soul was…
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