Captian's Log O Captain of My Heart 4 Aug 2022 How my heart burned in my breast all the day! How dreadful it is, like anticipation, only there's nothing. There's nothing to anticipate anymore; nothing to hope for or look…
Captian's Log Rant: Dystopia and Noise 25 Jul 2022 Noise. I don't like it, but you can't escape it. It's always playing anywhere you go. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, mostly it's mediocre, but it's almost always background.…
Captian's Log Halloween Memory 24 Jul 2022 The paper mask hangs there on the wall, a memory. I cannot take it down. It rests between the stars, beside the waxing moon. I sometimes think of her. I…
Captian's Log Dreams of the Beach 20 Jul 2022 The white waves of the sea threw themselves onto the shore with a somewhat desperate air. The tide was receding, and the ocean kept sending its cold hands up the…
Captian's Log Speeding Away 18 Jul 2022 How speedy is the second hand,revolving all the day;how swift to fall, the grains of sand,counting the hour away. And all of time is madthe nights and days are oneno…
Captian's Log Pink Flowers 15 Jul 2022 What a sweet and gentle picture; flowers in a garden, pink against summer blue skies. And there, just a whisp of white, tendrils of clouds, not enough to be cloudy…
Captian's Log Shower Thoughts 13 Jul 2022 So, I had two contemplative thoughts today—or stupid thoughts, depending on how you look at it. Shower thoughts, let's call them. Don't know how original they are, but they seem…
Captian's Log Life and Death 12 Jul 2022 She hadn’t stepped into her father's old study since she was a girl. It had scared her then; it was forbidden. She remembered tip-toeing with bare feet among the shelves…
Captian's Log Direction 11 Jul 2022 Well, I've taken another step, made another investment, into getting a book out there. I've sent in part one of my novel into an editor, Faith Moore. She did a…
Captian's Log Comparing Myself to Jordan Peterson 8 Jul 2022 I have long been aware of the fact that I do not communicate well, at least verbally. Many times in my life, I have been accused of saying [fill in…
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