By an Idiot A Modest Proposal | By an Idiot 28 Mar 2022 At this point, given the price of meat, the only conceivable solution is that we start butchering our politicians. In times of crisis, we can't afford sentimentality, though how some…
Captian's Log Twilit Carousel 27 Mar 2022 The twilit carousel turns and returns in ever slowing cycles. The ride is over and done—almost done—and we must get off. Inertia, that's all that keeps us spinning. Round and…
Captian's Log Magic 26 Mar 2022 They had killed magic. You could feel it, an entire planet without a soul. Even a city has a soul. They had killed magic. Here, the sun didn't rise, a…
Captian's Log Poem: Meditation on the Soul 25 Mar 2022 Oh the bent and twisted thing a soul becomesthat is not filled by heaven's lightnor sacred darkness seeks.It wraps itself about itself—consumes itself—it leaves itself—perverts itself—and ends without itself.O weak…
Captian's Log Confessions of an Outraged Heart 24 Mar 2022 (Note: If you read only the first part, you will do me a disservice. Either set yourself to read the whole of what I have to say or do not…
Captian's Log Reflections on Our Times 23 Mar 2022 Drunken souls who shield their eyes from light Children never growing up Children are their prey Tear away the lies and let the truth return Men are men not girls…
Captian's Log Death and Chess 22 Mar 2022 "Bah!" grunted Death. "You win." I gazed down at the chessboard. "I thought that was impossible," I said. Death stood, glaring at me. "Then why'd you challenge me to a…
Captian's Log A Dead Guy Walks Into a Bar 16 Mar 202216 Mar 2022 "So, a dead guy walks into a bar—" "How?" my friend asks. "On his feet." "Yeah, but how? Like, he's dead. If he's a vampire, he can't, right? If he's…
Captian's Log Poem: The Dreamer Dreams a Dream 14 Mar 2022 The dreamer dreams a dream,the spider weaves a web,but you aren't what you seem;the lies that flowed now ebb. The dreamer dreamed, but woke;The sower plants his seed.The dream the…
Captian's Log Old Man 6 Mar 2022 "A cold chill crept—isn't that a fun alliteration?—down my spine. They were everywhere. I was surrounded; nothing but my pistol and one shot left. I cocked my hammer and aimed…
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