Captian's Log Poem: One Green Leaf 13 Sep 2018 Check out: One Green Leaf Excerpt: Remember when the sun reached down, and thus in heavenly light was crowned a withered tree in radiant beam. So it all happened in…
Captian's Log Sonnet: Dream On 2 Aug 2018 Check out: Dream On Somewhat enamored of the song, Dream On, and meditating upon Christ's words, "Then neither do I condemn you," I imagined a twilit scene, a pool, and a knife.…
The Tale Wolf Head: Bough’s Shadow 28 Jul 2018 Check out my latest installment of Wolf Head: Bough’s Shadow Here is a snippet of the Chapter: The warmth of sleep slowly effervesces as Richard drearily drifts into consciousness. From…
The Tale Wolf Head: Beginning Part 23 24 Jul 2018 Here is an early, unedited look at part 23 of the Wolf Head Series. The warmth of sleep slowly eviscerates, as Richard drearily drifts into consciousness. From pleasant dreams of…
Captian's Log You’re Dead (Sight of Wisdom) 5 Jul 2018 Have you ever wished for a nightmare? It’s a strange addiction for me, wanting the macabre to invade me with night terrors. In the midst of the dream, locked within…
Captian's Log The Chase 13 Jun 2018 “It’s a tall order.” There was no response from the young writer. He sat at his desk, covered in shadows, staring at a piece of paper. A pen rested in…
Captian's Log Poem: Burned 14 May 201814 May 2018 (Life appears to have some cruel design upon me today, and I've had to cobble this post together while riding in a car. I hope this work manages to be…
Captian's Log The Wolf and the King 6 May 20186 May 2018 I’m interested in dreams, reflecting on what memories I can steal from that miserly world so careful to keep its nightly drama a secret. Last night, I dreamed about an…
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.
Captian's Log Let There Be. . . 18 Apr 2018 In the darkness, whispers hold on long past their dying echo’s final refrain, and here I am with the countless chords of the past surrounding. Alone in the dark, without…
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