Captian's Log Drabble: A Moment in the Breeze 5 Apr 2021 And down the turning, twisting path, my blurring eyes and spinning head, and on and up and out—I'm out! I stand upon the hill and see— The vista's vast, the…
Captian's Log Poem: The Treasures of Om 4 Apr 20214 Apr 2021 What songs are sung in the castle of OmWhat great deeds remembered thereWhat strange tunes are played on their curving flutesWhat devilish rhythms they bear. I once begged alms of…
Captian's Log Poem: Evil Dreamers 22 Mar 2021 Who dreams of deadly praise,he enters in my mazeof twisting corridors and branching pathsall leading to a blaze. Who dreams of what may come,he comes under my thumb,and takes communion…
Captian's Log Haiku: Sun, Moon, and Stars 15 Mar 2021 The whispering stars through the dark night's long vigil keep watch over earth The hot heat of noon the sweet shadows of twilight and glorious dawn Moon, ever changing, who…
Captian's Log Poem: She Makes Lunatics Cry 14 Mar 2021 There was a time when laughter illumined my facebut now my smile brings dreadThere was a place where we knew love's embracebut here is the place of the dead. I…
Captian's Log But What Do You Fear? 3 Mar 2021 I have traveled far and wide. I have seen princes of noble birth, and self-styled kings—bandit lords. I have seen a brother kill a brother, and that second brother, the…
Captian's Log Confessed Dreamer 1 Mar 2021 What happens to our dreams when we wake? What happens to those unfinished, unbegun tales hiding behind our eyes? The mad chaos of sleep; the tranquility of dreams. I am…
Captian's Log Monster Poem: Ghoul Caught 26 Feb 202125 Feb 2021 Below, the dad, his son, and his boy's son,all three among the dead—one with a gun—and all was dark, and filled with baby's cries,and rage, and fear, and blindness of…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghoulish Epilogue 25 Feb 202125 Feb 2021 What dread and foul a thing it is to die,forever in the bitter dust to lie,what sad and lonely place to be interred,in silence lost, to speak no further word,for…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghoul’s Crypt 24 Feb 2021 Over the mossened stones came weeping calls;from out that rotting church of crumbling wallsthe baby's voice, with loudest shrieking wails—O how this sickened heart within me fails—broke through the silence…
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