Captian's Log Memento Mori 12 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 The daylight touched upon the corpse. It was little more than a skeleton covered in dust and cobwebs. The man had died at his desk, his head his own monkish…
Captian's Log Death’s Letter 11 Jul 202310 Jul 2023 Dear Life, I found I had a quiet hour this evening. Our subject stayed inside because of the rain, so that's another victory for you. I knew it was a…
Captian's Log A Quiet Escape 8 Jul 20231 Jul 2023 Walking by the river in the fog, the heavy sand gives slowly under my foot, holding the impression of my soles clearly, like a cast. I glance over my shoulder…
Captian's Log Dreams or Memories 7 Jul 20231 Jul 2023 I don't know where I was. Maybe it's just a dream. It felt industrial. Big, empty places, like it could have been a warehouse. There was a boiler. I remember…
Captian's Log The Toy Maker 6 Jul 20231 Jul 2023 The hunched figure shuddered, and a long, thin arm readjusted the rather worn hat resting on its head. The appendage retreated back to the workbench, and the beetle-like creature sighed.…
Captian's Log Horror in the Cave 5 Jul 20231 Jul 2023 The soft plunk-plunk woke me. The dribble had woven itself in and out of my dreams like a metronome. Before I could open my eyes, waves of nausea assaulted my…
Captian's Log Disturbed Rest 1 Jul 202324 Jun 2023 "I keep waking up at night," I proclaim to my distracted roommates. "It's that—" I hold off the ready expletive, "—music." I glance around the small, busy kitchen, wondering if…
Captian's Log Limits of my Art 30 Jun 202324 Jun 2023 I sometimes wish I was a painter or sculptor, that I had learned how to make pictures, because sometimes I see images in my head so clearly, so viscerally, images…
Captian's Log Zombie Apocalypse Poem 29 Jun 202324 Jun 2023 What's in those faded eyes? Does any soul look out? Trapped in this human guise, does just a monster shout? Can anyone foretell or anyone foresee What hand shall strike…
Captian's Log Wicked Ears 28 Jun 202324 Jun 2023 A cozy coffin, a rainy day, a swinging corpse now half decayed, the gallows' gathered murder's caws, and in my grave, I stop and pause and listen to the evening's…
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