Captian's Log On Two Kinds of Death 2 Jul 2025 The staccato scratch of the silent sweeper's bouncing broom—I was watching the man as he worked, pushing the eclectic debris into a pile—was like music. A soft sound, one of…
Captian's Log Launch: While the Elephants Danced 1 Jul 20251 Jul 2025 BUY NOW My book is live. If you've enjoyed my blog, please consider buying a copy. It's $15, and that's $1 for every story. I'm not even charging you for…
Captian's Log My Faceless Self 28 Jun 2025 With how many masks have I approached you? In how many ways have I lied in my search for the truth? I can be a preacher man, striking the Bible…
Captian's Log Worthless Threats 27 Jun 2025 Obtain my pardon, shift the blame,and throw your friends into the flame.On the morrow, I will return;a second chance for you to burn.Or would you rather die today?Makes little difference…
Captian's Log Still, There Are Stars 26 Jun 202525 Jun 2025 Wear a cape and strike a pose;then you'll be a man. Fly away into the starswhere you once began.Your songs on earth, still sung tonight;we remember your last fight,your brokenness…
Captian's Log Softly, Now 23 Jun 2025 Softly, now; he'll hear a whisper or a sigh. Make your step as light as air; your breath as slow as time. Even a heartbeat, it's been said, can betray…
Captian's Log Come Let 22 Jun 202520 Jun 2025 Come away and sing with me, my love, come whisper now, our song.Come hide away, my little dove.To hold you near I long. Come and make your nest of peace…
Captian's Log Our Third Man 21 Jun 202521 Jun 2025 There's one walking among us nowwho's silent and unseen;one who took with us our vow. Now, on him, we lean.He's wandered far, but now it's near, the time the ancients…
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 I Think So, Brain, but if We Covered Ourselves in Sackcloth and Ashes . . . 13 Jun 202513 Jun 2025 "Yes, but he's so bad at it." At least, that's how I remember the line going. It's been a hot minute since I watched a favorite childhood show, Invader Zim.…
