Captian's Log What Comes Out of the Mirror 12 Jun 2019 The lake was like glass, so still it was, and the little, forgotten pier of rotting wood was half collapsed into the water. Some reeds by the bank were alive…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Burned Ghost 6 Jun 2019 How silently the time slips by and when the hour’s past how came I to this midnight end? my soul burnt up in ash? A blackened thing unlike myself, and…
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