Captian's Log The Worth of a Man 8 Jun 2019 Considering worth, there seems to be two types: There is a worth of things regarding use, that is, a tool’s usefulness and worth are the same, and there is a…
Captian's Log Augury 4 Jun 20194 Jun 2019 Proceeding out of the local grocery store and across the parking lot, I happened to glance northward over the wooded horizon. Above the giant pine trees danced a hawk and…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Love of Dreams 3 Jun 2019 No man can understand the ever-shifting sand. We see them in our dreams; the sight never redeems. Still blackened hearts will beat, broken and incomplete. No thought may ever delve…
Captian's Log Sound of Silence 24 May 2019 There are sad refrains in a life, repeated bars which bring no joy to hear. I knew a mythical creature called a griffin. I had little love for this beast,…
Captian's Log Echoes in the Night 9 May 2019 The chains dragged his feeble flesh to the floor, their unseen lengths fading into the dark nothingness from which they’d sprung. Yet he struggled under the weight, and the chains…
Captian's Log Poem: The Undead 13 Apr 2019 Please Read: The Undead I'm in a funny way today. I've been in a haze, and someone dear to me was robbed at gunpoint. I am overwhelmed.
Captian's Log Waylaid Heart 28 Mar 201928 Mar 2019 So, I took a day, drove to the beach, ate too much, and read a little. Also, I learned that I’m a little scary. About three families today, as I…
Captian's Log You Got to Lose to Know How to Win 1 Mar 2019 I’m a little burnt out. I have asthma and a stubborn streak. The stubborn streak often helps me overcome difficulties. It, however, makes me stupid about some realities, like my…
Captian's Log Dreams 22 Feb 2019 As another busy week ends, I consider life. In the night the luminous petals spread, their soft blue light easing the watchful night to dreams. Their center stalks invitingly reach…
Captian's Log Poem: No Longer Mine’s to Be 15 Feb 2019 Please read: No Longer Mine’s to Be Excerpt: Sometimes you feel something will give, yet know not when you’ll break. I reached my hand out to my love. Empty, my hand…
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