Captian's Log Making Monsters 4 Mar 2021 A nation that routinely murders its children I doubt will live long. I like to write horror; nothing sordid. Not exactly suspense thrillers, I'm more trying to capture a mood,…
Captian's Log Monster Poem: Ghoul Caught 26 Feb 202125 Feb 2021 Below, the dad, his son, and his boy's son,all three among the dead—one with a gun—and all was dark, and filled with baby's cries,and rage, and fear, and blindness of…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghoulish Epilogue 25 Feb 202125 Feb 2021 What dread and foul a thing it is to die,forever in the bitter dust to lie,what sad and lonely place to be interred,in silence lost, to speak no further word,for…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghoul’s Crypt 24 Feb 2021 Over the mossened stones came weeping calls;from out that rotting church of crumbling wallsthe baby's voice, with loudest shrieking wails—O how this sickened heart within me fails—broke through the silence…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghoul’s Haunting 23 Feb 2021 The Mother The weary morning, like a beaten slavewho has no other hope besides the grave,begrudgingly passed on from dawn to day,bearing the summer's foul, baroque display:'twas here a patch…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghoul’s Curse 22 Feb 2021 What dread and foul a thing it is to die,to gasp then choke, to loose a final sigh,to lay there helpless as they leave the room—by kin abandoned to eternal…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghoul’s Course 21 Feb 2021 A shadow raced across the lonely lawn,cast in the rising of an early dawn,the sight of which was like to me an Hell,for I knew what dread things such sights…
Captian's Log A Riddle 19 Nov 2020 Zoned out in endless hunger Only craving flesh Moving slow in stilted gestures Biting at what's fresh Illness made, and illness spreads Everyone who sees it dreads.
Captian's Log Halloween Plans From Outerspace 9 Oct 2020 Anyone else getting psyched for Halloween? I've been wondering how to celebrate it this year. I don't really have any plans. I bought a pair of funny glasses. I plan…
Captian's Log Poem: Sky, Earth, and Sea 2 Oct 2020 High above, the regal bird in gentle arcs ascends,climbing up into the empty sky that never ends.Here he's free, and here he's lord of all he sees. On the Earth…
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