Captian's Log Poem: Distant Peak 31 Aug 2019 I'm too tired to think anymore today. Please enjoy this short post. We left all we loved to stand before the mountain. I loved not its peak. Gentle winds run…
Captian's Log Poem: Lunatics Love 16 Aug 201916 Aug 2019 (Or is it, Lunatic's Love?) The moon, so loveless, wanders on, yet every night she follows me. I wish she would just stay away, or better if she would just…
Captian's Log Time of Death 7 Jul 20192 Jul 2019 The question of a time of death was complicated by one’s perception. A realist, a coroner, a scientist, would have put it sometime around 4:30 PM, Saturday night, the approximate…
Captian's Log Beyond Time 6 Jul 20192 Jul 2019 The planet’s quiet now, and the heavens have grown dark. The night is king over the lands, and all there is is dust. But through the time wrought waste one…
Captian's Log The Broken Heart 1 May 2019 I hold the velvet handkerchief; its crumpled form is barely felt against my hardened skin. Memories soon replay themselves, and I crush the white memento in the coils of my…
Captian's Log Short Poem: They Say of Art 29 Apr 2019 A short poem. They say of art, in snobbish tone, pure nonsense one cannot condone: Some say, “No more than nudity revealed unto society”; some say, “The eye holds all…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Nonsense 25 Apr 2019 (My last final is tomorrow. Wish me luck. My methodology for this poem was simple: nonsense was my theme. I intended the words to mean nothing, and yet a story…
Captian's Log Poem: Hopeless Heart 23 Apr 2019 Please read: Hopeless Heart Excerpt: I hope no more for coming things, .of houses, lands and soil, nor praise that which my heart oft sings; ..no passions in me boil. Instead…
Captian's Log Poem: Apologies, Doctor 20 Apr 2019 Please read: Apologies, Doctor Excerpt: I never knew myself before, but waking up, forget my name. I hold my tongue; how I adore to be near you and play our game.…
Captian's Log Short Vampire Story: Meeting My Sidekick 26 Mar 2019 The vampires were older here, and when he staked their helpless corpses they moldered into dust, even to the bone. In the beams of sunlight, their dust curled. Coffin after…
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