Captian's Log 2018: Easter (Almost) 31 Mar 2018 It's hard to think that I began this blog one Easter ago, though with the strange accounting of dates for this holiday, that hasn't added up to a full year of…
Captian's Log Poem: The Deviant 27 Mar 2018 Check out: The Deviant I'm still sick, but still managed to cobble this poem together. Please enjoy.
Captian's Log Drip Drip Drop 24 Mar 2018 By means of an apology, I write this forward. An unsettling nightmare took hold of me this morning, one where people I love were divorcing. I tried somewhat to capture…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (Moonlight) 14 Mar 201814 Mar 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The Addition: Falling upon the wild woods, deep Night relieves her daughter called Twilight; the Sun, to his slumb’ring abode from heaven treks. So now in hunter’s…
Captian's Log Poem: To See Sun Rise 10 Mar 2018 Please read: To See Sun Rise Mixing iambs with graduating syllable counts, my poetic experiment. Hope you enjoy. Other poems with graduating syllable counts: Rescued Power of Darkness
Captian's Log Sonnet: The Way 28 Feb 2018 Please read: The Way Wherefore I seek the path which journeying possess said travel’s cause, the way itself reason despising comfort, that freeing. . . Continue reading: The Way
Captian's Log Hard Love 25 Feb 2018 I want to tell them the truth, to love them, but know my tongue must cut like a surgeon, must possess art this young stutterer lacks. So I pray my…
Captian's Log Poem: Virtue’s End 21 Feb 2018 Please read: Virtue’s End I'm a little unsatisfied with the conclusion. I should write a sequel. . . (knock on wood.) P.S. Go one post back to see the original of…
Captian's Log Beginning: Virtue’s End 20 Feb 2018 I started this poem tonight, however, finding an unsatisfactory amount of time with which to finish it, I present a sort of rough draft: How bravely th’knights ride out to war…
Captian's Log Spreading Fire 13 Feb 2018 He hears the song tossed by the desert wind up the craggy peak, coyotes in their maddening refrains. Above it all, he resides immune. The cold in the whipping breeze…
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