Captian's Log Bleeding 8 Jan 20263 Jan 2026 I'm bleeding out, out in space—I flail, no gravity, no grace.My life is racing through my suit.Red globs circle, bright as fruit. Dizzy now, it's growing dim.Things are looking rather…
Captian's Log The Sower 27 Dec 202526 Dec 2025 So silent is the weary kingwho throneless stands, though sufferingsuch weight that many might be bowed;yet still he stands, for he has vowedto be the man that his men need.…
Captian's Log Christmas 2025 25 Dec 202524 Dec 2025 Merry Christmas, what a phrase, those magic words do heal. As though I walked within a daze—stark sanity—I kneel. Merry Christmas, Christ is born,the savior of my soul. And though…
Captian's Log Prayer in Pneumonia 20 Dec 202513 Dec 2025 There shines the first light of the nightOne bright spot in the pale blue skyI'll make a wish, if it's alrightLord help, I feel like I'm going to die. I'm…
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 Where We Bled 9 Dec 20258 Dec 2025 My hand reached out, but you wouldn't shake.And with me peace you wouldn't makeand so it's come, our arms we take.Your sword is swift, and mine is fast.Your step is…
Captian's Log Smiling Faces 2 Dec 202529 Nov 2025 A smile spread across his faceThe man was out of placeHe knew not what the youth had saidHis head hurt; he went to bed.Such things are rather troublesometo feel one's…
Captian's Log An Inkling 25 Nov 202525 Nov 2025 A year without you finishes today. What a dreadful year. What a blessed year. Things aren't simple. I have had many great and wonderful things happen to me, and terrible…
Captian's Log Hope and Dread 23 Nov 202522 Nov 2025 The fog has cleared away. The morning mists are lifted heavenward, and a clear, bright day has come. Yet still, my troubled mind its own fog carries, haunted by fears…
Captian's Log Dancer 19 Nov 202519 Nov 2025 The magic of her body The magic of her soul With practiced step, a graceful leap, her strong limbs toned and free, the fearless dancer yet did weep, for what…
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