Captian's Log Short: Light 5 Sep 2020 I just turned and walked away. My feet hurt under me, aching as they pressed into the pavement. I shoved my hands into my pockets and tried to hold back…
Captian's Log Short Poem: The Hills 6 Jun 2020 The hills were dark and wide, and clothed with firs of green. The mountains, distant, strong, were ghosts against the sky. And who beheld it all? Or who stood in…
Captian's Log Tall Tale: Return 28 Dec 2019 By this time, we had been climbing four or five days. The march was terrible. Three were already dead, the other six would die soon, and if any of us…
Captian's Log The Air is Full of Lies 27 Sep 2019 All my words, stolen, flow from my veins; bleeding black ink, I fill the emptiness. I cannot write of today, of what I heard, those poisoned words. Dream, o dream,…
Captian's Log On Writing: The Sky is Blue 20 Aug 2019 I have found people praising certain literary ideas which, to my mind, fail, and not to call out any one ideology, but these ideas are often feminist. They are praised…
Captian's Log Poem: I Am the Man 24 Jun 2019 I’ve not the time to tell a lie nor make my meaning plain, and so I ask, “Look in my eye,” see there I’m not insane. You want my trust…
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