Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (What Big Eyes) 6 Feb 20186 Feb 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The addition: And here he your hand reached, softly searching under that crimson cloak she hid beneath. Finding an arm, he softly drew it out, gazing upon…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (What Big Eyes) 31 Jan 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The addition: This twilight hour casts strange shadows Granny. She says while tentative her steps carry young child into a seat by your bedside. Forgive that I…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (What Big Eyes) 27 Jan 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The addition: ______________________________. . .So how has he now like a puppet rendered you, and put upon himself your skin? You shared your bed, and cooked the…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (What Big Eyes) 25 Jan 2018 Not wanting to pull any punches, I try to begin the story in the thick of things. Read: The Werewolf Epic The addition: Aged mother, who loves grandchild dear, how weak…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (A Beginning) 24 Jan 201824 Jan 2018 So after finishing up one overly ambitious poem (see Ghost Ship), I decided to jump right into the next. Some of you may remember a work from last year, Werewolf’s End,…
Captian's Log Ghost Ship: The Final Installment 23 Jan 2018 Please read: Ghost Ship It has been a long road, but my poem, Ghost Ship, is finally finished.
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 22 Jan 2018 The Addition: The hollow words, like a dog’s warning bark, sounded; no action followed the remark that corresponded to those manly threats. And such judgement the guilty man forgets. All…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghost Ship 18 Jan 2018 Check out Ghost Ship The latest installment: My hand reached out to touch that wayward rum forgetting from what dark course I had come, but then I saw her sinking in…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghost Ship 10 Jan 2018 Check out Ghost Ship The latest installment: The plink and plunk of barrels raining down did by their fall relieve with that sweet sound the boist’rous screams of the unnat’ral…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghost Ship 7 Jan 2018 I think I am finally reaching the end of this poem. Soon. . . Beneath the stormy waves the ghost ship plunged. It out of sight, we hoped she was…
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