Captian's Log Free to Dance 30 Dec 202527 Dec 2025 Smile with me, dream with me, and dance the dance of death. Round and round, let's go, caught in each others' arms. The music is alive, though the ground is…
Captian's Log Finished Phantastes 19 Dec 202513 Dec 2025 I recently finished reading, after a very long hiatus, Phantastes by George Macdonald. It was not, for my tastes, the best. The long break corresponded to the point where I…
Captian's Log Out of Breath 18 Oct 202514 Oct 2025 Perhaps, the banner was a bit too much, I wonder as she screams and runs away. "Congratulations," it reads in bright red letters, "You're Dead!" I often forget how hard…
Captian's Log Dance with the Dead 14 Oct 2025 Let them come, I thought, and sighing, continued sharpening the edge of my sword. My eyes fell upon my work once again and the repetitive movement of the steel sliding…
Captian's Log Big Joe’s Zombie Emporium 13 Oct 2025 "This one's a snapper!" Big Joe hollered. Indeed, the specimen presented, with his pale, ungainly skin, was chattering away. He'd gnawed through his lips, and the white teeth snapped and…
Captian's Log I Knew the Rest 30 Jul 2025 Smile with me just tonight.Pretend that I'm your dear delight.Remember all the things we'd dowhen it was just me and you. Here has come my final scene;Think you still that…
Captian's Log A Second Chance to Love 20 Jun 2025 A second chance, a fearful thing, to fail a second time. To pluck out a mǎlodious twang,to flunk another rhyme. And yet I strum and hum and sing, accepting what…
Captian's Log The Eternal Search 16 Jun 2025 We have walked through these desert and forgotten worlds, through ruins and plains, past towering monoliths and ancient graves—but we haven't found the light. It is a tired and wearied…
Captian's Log To Miss 25 May 202524 May 2025 There is a jut of stone rising in that mossy glade,a lichen crusted rock that lifts up from the shade,where a boy, or spirit, ghostly pale, so often sits.This changeling…
Captian's Log Things that Never Were 4 Apr 2025 A sadness gripped me this week, a memory. I thought of a man, a good man, and a conversation we had. Of late, I find myself asking many "what if"…
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