Captian's Log Poem: The Dying Die Alone 14 Sep 2022 And in the end the dying die alone,for every final breath is breathed alone.I know the carpenter has made the box,the digger still is caked in mud from work,the clippers…
Captian's Log The Beauty of the Sun 6 Sep 2022 The sun came out from behind the clouds, and the dirty wet street, with its ruts full of rain, gleamed like gold. All was silent in the dead city. I…
Captian's Log Stones 24 May 2022 It is a desert place. Nothing could grow here. They planted corn. Not a sprout. Wheat. Not a leaf came up. Legends say they even transplanted a tree. It withered…
Captian's Log Drabble: Whispers of a Dead King 29 Jan 2022 In the sepulchral shadows of the ancient tomb, deep and forgotten, the old king lies. Above, the tourists move and stomp, going from place to place gathering up meaningless baubles…
Captian's Log Drabble: An Unmarked Grave 4 May 2021 The hollow eyes of the skull stare out from the dust, the half unburied skeleton gazing up into the sky. I wonder what tragedy led this man to such an…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghoul’s Haunting 23 Feb 2021 The Mother The weary morning, like a beaten slavewho has no other hope besides the grave,begrudgingly passed on from dawn to day,bearing the summer's foul, baroque display:'twas here a patch…
Captian's Log Drabble: Hidden Graves 27 Jan 2021 I heard a sound racing through the trees like a rushing river, a wild and powerful roar. Only I heard, and so I walked alone. I followed the shout into…
Captian's Log Short Poem: A Mighty King 14 Jan 2021 Within an hallowed sepulcher there restsa mighty king whose withered frame suggestsyet still his ancient majesty. His headwith tarnished gold is crowned, and though he's dead,he still holds court, seated…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Old Ghosts 9 Aug 2020 The dirt is soft but heavy. My spade easily breaks through the wet earth, but my shoulders ache as I lift the shovel. With every thrust perspiration builds under my…
Captian's Log Drabble: The Grave 5 Apr 2020 The glistening, white marble stone cast a long shadow across the barren dirt. Its smooth faces were pristine, as if perpetually polished, and the deep etchings on it, like its…
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