Captian's Log Reflection: Mad World 10 Mar 2020 I saw myself reflected in a dark mirror; Upon the stage I stood and saw myself distantly. The lights were on me, and before me was darkness: I saw myself…
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 Tall Tale: There is a Lake 29 Jan 2020 The bear hidden in the shadows of the forest, lumbers, master of his domain. The rabbit, hidden in his hole below, twitches his nose. And bluebirds twirtle and circle each…
Captian's Log Around the Lake 28 Jan 2020 Two friends were walking by the pond. They had made this trek before as young men, conversing as they completed their circuit, but the day was waning as they went,…
Captian's Log The Meaning of Life 27 Jan 202027 Jan 2020 It seems inevitable to me that life has a purpose, for if it had none, if our lives were meaningless, then we should have no reason to want meaning, for…
Captian's Log Drabble: Dying Flames 6 Jan 2020 He stokes the fire. The embers reveal their red glow as they turn over, and then grow black. The smoke rises in twisting plumes as the fire dies. The world…
Captian's Log 2019: The End 31 Dec 2019 So here it ends. Another year is fulfilled. Let the Roaring twenties begin! (Let’s skip the whole prohibition thing this decade, please). This has been a year of ups and…
Captian's Log Poem: No Peace 6 Nov 2019 No thoughts pervade my wearied mind except they fly like birds. Exhausted, I no more can think but scribble out these words. To write a poem I find I bind…
Captian's Log Spider, Spider 24 Oct 201924 Oct 2019 The spider, sitting in her tattered web, lies motionless. The flowers, rising through the weeds, unfurl their purple petals. Only my eyes can see. A spider, homeless, small, crawls on…
Captian's Log Poem: My “Liberal” Friend 9 Oct 2019 Am I a broken toy to be ignored? Are you a priest, or king, or judge to moralize, send me to Coventry? Backs turned, silent. I say hello, but you’re…
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