Captian's Log Poem: The Dog and the Door 18 Sep 2018 Please read: The Dog and the Door Excerpt: The Dog: Behold, O man, thy witless end —precursor Age overshadows; what once so sharp has been made dull— and I, hungering, at…
Captian's Log Poem: One Green Leaf 13 Sep 2018 Check out: One Green Leaf Excerpt: Remember when the sun reached down, and thus in heavenly light was crowned a withered tree in radiant beam. So it all happened in…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (Opened Door) 12 Sep 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The Addition: the idol of her peers? But lo, the tale told of this wolf predates even myself, how should it then be but this newborn babe?…
Captian's Log September 11th: Never Forget 11 Sep 2018 In reading a great American poet named Anne Bradstreet, I am sore reminded our hope is not built upon castles and bulwarks, or upon any of these passing shadows, and…
Captian's Log This Breath 10 Sep 2018 Your days are numbered, counted out, and your allotted time will be spent; that is, you will someday be found no more upon this earth. There is a time before…
Captian's Log Poem: Sick; Or, The Anti-Love 5 Sep 2018 Sometimes it is fun to play the villain. Please enjoy my poem: Sick Excerpt: How terrible to fall in love! How like sickness it takes us! First in the stomach it…
Captian's Log Poem: No More 3 Sep 20183 Sep 2018 Please read my Poem: No More Excerpt: I thought I said goodbye, and when we’d say hello, I’d have no cause to sigh; but I have sunk below. No chance I…
Captian's Log Meter: A Little Hope 30 Aug 2018 (A small part in a story I now and again remember. The moment is written in meter.) A speck of dust within the air floats harmlessly around, and though many…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (Masks) 29 Aug 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The Addition: The hunter thus, after his beating heart from fear-maddened rhythm to hard thuds slows, his whole, from head to toe, feeling the pulse: What have…
Captian's Log An Odd Poem: Directions to Hades 22 Aug 2018 Thought to play around with rhythm and rhyme. Please enjoy. Let me tell you the way unto Necropolis: While his breath still remains a man may walk those streets meant…
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