Captian's Log Poem: Ghost Ship 10 Dec 2017 Beneath the stormy waves the ghost ship plunged. It out of sight, we hoped she was now done, and quick was our attention wrest that night with awful weather we…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 4 Dec 2017 The Addition: He sits up, staring at the bleary world. Circling around him the earth and sky swirled. Spewing dirtied water out of his mouth, he saw the soldiers marching…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghost Ship 30 Nov 2017 Oh no, the poem has doubled in length! Beneath the stormy waves the ghost ship plunged. It out of sight, we hoped she was now done, and quick was our…
Captian's Log Wolf Head: Men and Boys 25 Nov 201725 Nov 2017 Check out my latest installment of Wolf Head: Men and Boys Here is a snippet of the Chapter: Soaking in the sun’s rays, he stands in the middle of the road,…
Captian's Log Character Background 19 Nov 2017 It’s sort of like you would imagine it: dark, damp, a chorus of the damned screaming for mercy. And there I was in the middle of it, at a job…
Captian's Log A Walk in Winter 14 Nov 2017 In the eternal winter twilight of my penitent exile, through the thick shadows of the falling snow, the red-orange glow of a flare bursts overhead. For a few minutes all…
Captian's Log Wolf Head: Resolve 12 Nov 201713 Nov 2017 Check out my latest installment of Wolf Head: Resolve. Here is a snippet of the Chapter: Talking with, more listening to, the animate man, the wizened priest nodes solemnly. Daniel’s expressive…
Captian's Log Don’t Feed the Zombies 10 Nov 2017 Started a short story this evening. Please enjoy. I read the bumper sticker ahead of me: “DONT FEED THE ZOMBIES,” it said in a gross green font of all…
Captian's Log Hello Darkness 8 Nov 2017 This is a continuation of the post, Hello Darkness. Below she adds her voice to Sid’s. Growling at me, they make their entreaties. Earlier, back when I was really the under…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 2 Nov 2017 The Addition: Soon over-swelling this little pond’s banks, the swiftly growing waters joined its ranks with the encroaching river’s deadly edge, thirsting to fill mortal lungs with its dregs. Helpless,…
