Captian's Log Poem: I’m Mad 5 Aug 2020 Don't call me crazy, cause I aint sane Don't look unless you can feel this pain Searching for music to heal my troubled soul I wander the earth with an…
Captian's Log Poem: Summer Rain 26 Jul 2020 How wonderful the summer rain when thunder crashes round after the flashing lights ordain that heaven love the ground. So then the Sky will touch the Earth and fill her…
Captian's Log Poem: Beauty of the Stars 25 Jul 2020 Who knows the glory of the stars, the beauty of their meagre light, or knows the wonders that are ours who lay below a summer night? We're warm upon the…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Bedlam 17 Jul 2020 The dead, their wearied forms and twisted backs, their jerking steps, and shambling hoards and packs, pursue in mindless mass the living souls left on this earth who've yet escaped…
Captian's Log Short Poem: O Early Snow 14 Jul 2020 O early snow which slowly falls as like when timid lover calls with bashful, blushing cheeks, and stuttering he speaks. Such gentle openings may yet passions and mighty storms beget.…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Song of the Sea 11 Jul 2020 My feet sinking into the forgiving sands of a cold, pacific beach, I pause, setting my eyes upon the vast horizon. Like turrets of a mighty castle, the distant clouds…
Captian's Log Poem: The Knell 9 Jul 2020 Please Read: The Knell Excerpt: Under the stony arches of a shrine where crawling vines of darkened thorns resign —their sun browned leaves fall, carpeting the floor with hidden nettles…
Captian's Log Satire: What Matters Will Survive 7 Jul 20207 Jul 2020 Please Read: What Matters Will Survive Old Harry couldn’t cope and so he bought a rope. He tied it round his neck and jumped off of his deck. The sirens…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Spider Lover 6 Jul 2020 (I'm feeling sick, so here is a very short poem). Spider, spider, spinning webs in darkened nook above my bed, weaving, weaving, through the night, inviting guests to end their…
Captian's Log Poem: The Revolution 30 Jun 2020 There, sallow and dirty, dying and dead, the wicked we feared now fears for its head. So lift up the banners, make a loud shout. There’s nothing to fear; we’re…
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