Captian's Log The Runner & the Moon 11 Apr 2025 I am running. The night is cold, and my sweat's clinging to my clothes. My foot hits the pavement, and my calf cries out for rest as I will my…
Captian's Log The Mists of the Beyond 14 Aug 202410 Aug 2024 Trembling, the spirit went through the gate, dissolving into the mists of the beyond. "I wonder…" said death peering into the darkness. He let the fragmented thought hang in the…
Captian's Log Desire 13 Feb 2023 How do you run away? I wondered. Sitting alone in my room, at the edge of my bed, dreams of her floating through my mind… How does one run away…
Captian's Log Desert Mountain 13 Oct 2022 Water! A drop of rain. Just the sound of a creek in this desolate mountain. Dust! Dust is all around. I have no air but what's filled with this swirling…
Captian's Log Poem: וּרְעוּת רוּחַ 19 Apr 2022 https://taletold.wordpress.com/poems-2/%d7%95%d6%bc%d7%a8%d6%b0%d7%a2%d7%95%d6%bc%d7%aa-%d7%a8%d7%95%d6%bc%d7%97%d6%b7/
Captian's Log We’re Underground 14 Apr 2022 The strange thing is, I don't feel it, being dead, I mean. I don't feel much, really, nothing at all. I thought, you know, bliss or hellfire or something. No.…
Captian's Log Short: Carry On 25 Sep 2020 Couldn't the soul weep?Are you not broken to see it?Right here while I was speaking,Right beside you now,You were there again. Own the time of desire;Never forget that love.
Captian's Log Short Poem: My Red Car 2 Sep 2019 (Just a warning, read this with a smirk). Will you come with me? Jump into my car? Come run, let us flee, and follow a star. Can we entwine fates,…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Want 12 Mar 2019 A banquet cannot sate, nor feast abate, my hunger. From cups overflowing, wine outpouring, still I thirst. Nothing can satisfy, be low or high, timeless want. These verses round a…
Captian's Log Poem: Seeds of Dreams 3 May 2018 Please read: Seeds of Dreams Slightly inspired by the short story, Where the Tides Ebb and Flow. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSPSYgZPofQ Hey, check out OpenLinkNight on dVerse. I posted my sonnet, The Bitter Heartbeat.
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