Captian's Log Dusty | Part II 2 Aug 202531 Jul 2025 If y’re fixing on hanging me, hang me. What I did, I did. I’ll answer to God for that. Maybe He’ll see things my way, maybe yours, but I won’t…
Captian's Log Dusty | Part I 1 Aug 202531 Jul 2025 Dusty and saddle-worn, I always was. Never much cotton to stick’n to one place for very long. My feet get itchy, and I got to move. Comes down to it,…
Captian's Log Final Pain 29 Jul 2025 The tears are falling now, now that I've said goodbye one final time, and yet I feel a smile encroaching on the pain. Pain, it is my world; has been…
Captian's Log Heavy Bough II 27 Jul 202526 Jul 2025 Whose eyes am I seeing through? Who mourns in this dreary veil? Is it a mother or a father? Is it a sister, a brother, a friend? Who is this…
Captian's Log Heavy Bough I 26 Jul 2025 There softly falls the rain. An overhanging bough: the mist gathers on its leaves, weighing it down, and like a comforting arm, it descends over the grave. It is always…
Captian's Log Just Ridiculous 21 Jul 2025 My sister is coming for a visit, and my niece is tagging along on the flimsiest of excuses, calling my sister her mother. It's all a little too convenient: she…
Captian's Log A-Ring-Ding-Ding! A-Ringle-Dingle-Ding! 19 Jul 2025 A-ring-ding-ding! The service bells are ringing loud.They're ringing through the night.The service bells, they pound and pound!They ring with all their might.A-ringle-dingle-ding! The ghosts are staggering and weak. They cannot…
Captian's Log Before the Door 18 Jul 2025 Lost, deep and far, inside his mind, the patient sits cross-legged upon the floor. There is a mattress for him along the wall, but he seems to prefer this spot…
Captian's Log Summer to Fall Into Dreams 16 Jul 2025 When death was my shadow one Summer's end, and the fading light of day, by its welcoming glow, mended my troubled heart, I stopped and sighed upon my walk. I…
Captian's Log This is the City; I Hate It 13 Jul 202512 Jul 2025 The city waits below, a glittering spell of light. I see cars and trains, solid, square buildings and crisscrossing streets. A jewel in the night. Why don't they sleep down…
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