Captian's Log The Hanged Man 23 Jul 202420 Jul 2024 The hanged man swayed upon the gibbet, his tattered clothes and bare, blood-blackened feet swinging in a passing gust. I bowed my head as I passed, reminding myself that we…
Captian's Log Ending Wanted 21 Jul 202420 Jul 2024 So, after many years of putting it off, I finally got around to reading a conclusion to the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, And Another Thing, by Eoin Colfer. The…
Captian's Log A King 20 Jul 2024 I think Trump has defeated me. I have supported him in the last two elections and was already ready to give him my vote again in November. Yet, something has…
Captian's Log FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT 13 Jul 202413 Jul 2024 "Fight!" the man implores,and how that anthem rings,when on his face, blood poursfrom wicked bullet stings. https://taletold.wordpress.com/poems-2/fight-fight-fight/
Captian's Log Falling Asleep at the Keyboard 10 Jul 20246 Jul 2024 So, I literally fell asleep at my keyboard a few nights ago trying to cobble together a post. I thought the rough version might entertain some of you: And through…
Captian's Log Undeath’s End 27 Jun 202422 Jun 2024 The ghoulish figure sat, grinning his lipless smile with a vacant stare, upon a stony bench under the flowering cherry whose dark trunk and branches held high the heartrendingly beautiful…
Captian's Log Summer Writing 24 Jun 202422 Jun 2024 A cold summer morning, and the sun's yet up.A new week of writing, and I've drained my cup.The caffeine is flowing; the heart's begun to beat.I don't know where I'm…
Captian's Log Indomitable 23 Jun 202415 Jun 2024 I said it once before; you ignored it. I'll say it now again: You cannot win. All you can do is kill. It's not a fate I fear. Death's shadow's…
Captian's Log The Framing 15 Jun 20248 Jun 2024 A perfect lie's to tell the truth, a truth in confidence, that, like what priests hear in a booth, makes silence its defense. When not aired out in full context,…
Captian's Log A Spider on My Windowsill 13 Jun 20247 Jun 2024 A spider on my windowsill,her art, stretched in the sun:aglimmer, the colors fill;the wind flaps what she spun.O little spider in the glass,what dreams have brought you here?O little weaver,…
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