Captian's Log Veil of Stone 18 Nov 2018 So silently dreamy night comes in, a wave of the rising wintry tide, and over those ancient stones her cool lips kiss the scene with lengthening shadows. How dark and…
Captian's Log Essay: Hope Nevermore 16 Nov 2018 Please read: Hope Nevermore Excerpt: I see the window and door as representations of the same event. The same call, the same tapping, draws the narrator to each. The consequences of…
Captian's Log Poem: Bluebird’s Echo 10 Nov 2018 No one can make the bluebird sing from other than its feathered breast, nor make the dreamer dream a dream say that it is his sleeping rest. Yet when to…
Captian's Log Poem: A Devil’s Son 8 Nov 2018 Please read: A Devil’s Son Excerpt: There’s darkness there beyond the realm of sight which men may feel on cold and wintry nights, but none are oft to speak of what…
Captian's Log Rough Thesis: Lenora Was in the Darkness 6 Nov 2018 Below is a thesis for a possible paper I'll be writing: Science has at times been likened to the mythological basilisk “which kills what it sees and only sees by…
Captian's Log 2018: Halloween 30 Oct 2018 Well, the time has come: Halloween is upon us. In respects to my Halloween Declaration, I have completed a draft of Funeral Party, and plan on posting tomorrow after some…
Captian's Log Hold on ’till Morning Come 26 Oct 2018 Voice 1: I’ve no more love to give. Voice 2: Speak less harshly, dear one. Voice 1: No heart have I but what was spent. Voice 2: You’re nearly through…
Captian's Log Poem: A Hare’s Nightmare 25 Oct 2018 Please read: A Hare’s Nightmare Excerpt: Sweet sounds surround the sleeping hare who rests within the thicket there. Beneath the prickly vines, his bower, his dreams soon blossom as a flower.…
Guest Blogger His Final Moments – A Poem by Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet 17 Oct 201817 Oct 2018 I don't generally share my friends' work; however, Walt's piece today wanted some further acknowledgment of its heart. Check him out in the link below. via His Final Moments -…
Captian's Log Sour Dreams 17 Oct 2018 I feel the glory fade and fall t’ th’ earth beneath. It’s like I am dissolved, transformed into black ash. The light shines straight through me. No shad’w nor temp’ral…
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