Captian's Log Identity 16 Feb 2020 “The chains seem a little much,” I observed pulling at them. They weren’t the standard issue, stainless steel shackles one might expect: Medieval iron chains wrapped my arms, legs, and…
Captian's Log The Joke 4 Feb 2020 So, generally, I neither shy away from the subject of politics nor race towards it headlong. However, tonight I want to consider a discussion I had with someone who found…
Captian's Log Drabble: Crossed Swords 25 Jan 2020 The swords crossed with a simple clang announcing the beginning of the duel. The patrons all stood, startled, backing up toward the walls as the combatants began their debate. Some…
Captian's Log Dialogue: Check Up 2 Jan 2020 Doctor: Patient 71, identified as . . . John Doe. Died as of . . . unknown. Is there anything you’d like to declare? 71: We will rise. Doctor: Yes,…
Captian's Log Poem: Lunatics Love 16 Aug 201916 Aug 2019 (Or is it, Lunatic's Love?) The moon, so loveless, wanders on, yet every night she follows me. I wish she would just stay away, or better if she would just…
Captian's Log Well Ackchyually 6 Aug 2019 As it was growing time for my annual shearing, and I was expecting a guest soon, I managed to leave my house today with the expectation of shedding the luscious…
Captian's Log Journey’s End 30 May 2019 The open road stretched on into the setting sun. Yawning, his eyes squinting nearly shut, the driver turned his headlights on with a twist. Rolling the window down an inch,…
Captian's Log King of a Little World 17 May 2019 “I gave him what he wanted,” said the wizened curator, a smile creeping in at the edges of his lips. Pulling out an eyeglass, I inspected the small black orb.…
Captian's Log 2019: Easter 21 Apr 201921 Apr 2019 He is risen! Today as I taught Children's Church, searching for words, I described Jesus and death as though they were wrestling. Accordingly, a young boy quipped, "John Cena can…
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