Captian's Log Of AbeBooks I Sing 21 Apr 202221 Apr 2022 My shelves cannot contain your cheap and weary volumes From every subject to every pen and age I find affordable each tome And yet they're adding up I have not…
Captian's Log Watch! 20 Apr 2022 Watch! is the word which haunts the quiet town.Watch! The desert night invades.The stretching shadows overwhelm.Watch! O desert town and pray. Legends are but stories told,and histories are but the…
Captian's Log Poem: וּרְעוּת רוּחַ 19 Apr 2022 https://taletold.wordpress.com/poems-2/%d7%95%d6%bc%d7%a8%d6%b0%d7%a2%d7%95%d6%bc%d7%aa-%d7%a8%d7%95%d6%bc%d7%97%d6%b7/
Captian's Log 5:30 to 6:00 13 Apr 202213 Apr 2022 The minute hand is on the six, there's another half hour to the hour, and the cat is on my lap, and the document is blank, and the sun is…
Captian's Log Poem: Winter’s Sting 12 Apr 202211 Apr 2022 O pink and precious blooms of Springnow dusted all in snow,how cruel the dying winter's sting,how merciless this blow! Return again when white is gone,when sun melts ice away,and come…
Captian's Log Poem: Meditation on the Soul 25 Mar 2022 Oh the bent and twisted thing a soul becomesthat is not filled by heaven's lightnor sacred darkness seeks.It wraps itself about itself—consumes itself—it leaves itself—perverts itself—and ends without itself.O weak…
Captian's Log Reflections on Our Times 23 Mar 2022 Drunken souls who shield their eyes from light Children never growing up Children are their prey Tear away the lies and let the truth return Men are men not girls…
Captian's Log Poem: The Dreamer Dreams a Dream 14 Mar 2022 The dreamer dreams a dream,the spider weaves a web,but you aren't what you seem;the lies that flowed now ebb. The dreamer dreamed, but woke;The sower plants his seed.The dream the…
Captian's Log Poem: The Circle 8 Mar 2022 Enclosed within a ring of crumbsa demon sits, twiddling his thumbs. The broken flesh of Christ has caughtthis beast and bound him to this spot. Around, the chanting monks now…
Captian's Log Signs 1 Mar 2022 The old and ruined church, with peeling bell and calling knell, waits beside the graveyard. The dead do not listen. They say it is no more than wind which activates…
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