Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 8 Oct 2017 The Addition: At each step the cobblestone grows harder; his aching feet wish not to go farther. But, by unbreaking resolution spurred, he overcomes his sharp pains undeterred. A brewing…
Captian's Log… Intraworld: Maybes 6 Oct 2017 “He doesn’t remember who he is?” Hector questions. Greybeard sighs. “It seemed a good way to end his story.” The librarian’s contorted face demands further explanation. Wiping his blackened quill…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 5 Oct 2017 The Addition: His face hidden under a blind man’s cowl would otherwise be reckoned for The Owl. This sometimes ally, in an alley’s shade, considered the merits of this strange…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 3 Oct 2017 The Addition: From the walled city’s center the bell tolls, spelling the hour’s end given damned souls to walk about this plane of mortal men whose blood yet flows, who…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 2 Oct 2017 The Addition: Wide eyed jailers, their iron cords lending, each to a ghost gives metal chain’s ending. From hard life graduates the prisoner without the aid of an executioner. Unlike…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Empty Room 1 Oct 2017 Please read my short story: The Empty Room This is the finishing up of a short story I first presented in the post A Ghost Story.
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 28 Sep 2017 I've added more to my narrative poem. Please enjoy. The addition: Out of the billowing haze, they emerge, their worn faces more befitting a dirge, skeletal men, the animated dead.…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Cuckoo’s Toll 27 Sep 2017 “Allow me to introduce myself,” he said. “My name is Death.” Continue reading: The Cuckoo’s Toll https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyFyAqLtHq8
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 26 Sep 201726 Sep 2017 Here's a further addition to the narrative poem I've been working on. The prisoner, amid ghastly jailers, walks with a head bent low by his failures. He is a hub…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 18 Sep 2017 The prisoner, amid ghastly jailers, walks with a head bent low by his failures. He is a hub with heavy chains for spokes. They rattle around his neck like a…
