Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Floating Isle of Lolth 25 Aug 2021 They keep the painting in the chapel down the street there, if you want to see it. A queer effect it has on the mind. You sit there staring at…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Scar 24 May 2021 Please Read: The Scar Excerpt: “Come on out, villain!” He was long past feeling awkward when shouting these inane cliches. After twenty years of flying around and punching through walls,…
Captian's Log On the Verdict of the Chauvin Trial | Can We Have Faith in Our Institutions? 20 Apr 2021 The Chauvin Trial, and the verdict today, trouble me. On the face of it, whether or not the jury was honest in its decision seems moot. It seems that if…
Captian's Log But What Do You Fear? 3 Mar 2021 I have traveled far and wide. I have seen princes of noble birth, and self-styled kings—bandit lords. I have seen a brother kill a brother, and that second brother, the…
Captian's Log Drabble: Silence 22 Jan 2021 There are silent songs and whispered words and melodies unheard, and yet my voice is fading in the winds. I shouted on the plains, I cried upon the cliffs, I…
Captian's Log The Day Is Gone 15 Dec 2020 After the day is gone, and the night's shadows caress the hills, I sit contemplatively in the quiet darkness. How sweet the dreams of sleep seem to me, yet I…
Captian's Log I’m Afraid of Fear 4 Dec 2020 Okay, I feel a political rant coming on. A friend of mine told me this story: He privately asked a professor for his opinion on a certain hot-button issue at…
Captian's Log Poem: I Fear To Give You All 22 Nov 2020 I fear to give you all, and from my own incisions hide.So how can I obey your call? I said I would, I tried,but I, so unaware, I do not…
Captian's Log Poem: Soul 30 Sep 2020 O ancient pillars, rough and old, of this eternal night, O blessed pillars, stark and bold, preserve me in my plight. She runs across uneven earth upturned…
Captian's Log Rant: The Sound of Silence 28 Sep 2020 The softest sounds make the greatest noise when imbued with meaning. What cannon could compete with the silent expression of a lover's eyes? We go around this life imagining, not…
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