Captian's Log Thief’s Testimony Re. What Happened 18 May 202317 May 2023 My cell was cold and damp and dark. I'm not sure if…well, what I would have seen, if there was any light, if I'd have wanted to see it. Some…
Captian's Log Short Story: Along the Shores of Gaol 6 Feb 2023 Please Read: Along the Shores of Gaol Excerpt: I find it a dreary place. There’s always a low breeze piping mournful tunes through the long grass. The sky is always grey…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Engineer 1 Nov 2019 He sat in stunned silence, mulling the verdict over and over again in his mind. The Tarlock beside him thought to put a comforting flipper on the engineer’s back. The…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 12 Oct 2017 The Addition: The Preachers were silent while the wind raged, and the door from its hinges disengaged. The weathered wood flew into the small room, landing beside their guest with…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 2 Oct 2017 The Addition: Wide eyed jailers, their iron cords lending, each to a ghost gives metal chain’s ending. From hard life graduates the prisoner without the aid of an executioner. Unlike…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 28 Sep 2017 I've added more to my narrative poem. Please enjoy. The addition: Out of the billowing haze, they emerge, their worn faces more befitting a dirge, skeletal men, the animated dead.…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 26 Sep 201726 Sep 2017 Here's a further addition to the narrative poem I've been working on. The prisoner, amid ghastly jailers, walks with a head bent low by his failures. He is a hub…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 18 Sep 2017 The prisoner, amid ghastly jailers, walks with a head bent low by his failures. He is a hub with heavy chains for spokes. They rattle around his neck like a…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 15 Sep 2017 The poem continues. Hopefully I'll write a conclusion soon. The prisoner, amid ghastly jailers, walks with a head bent low by his failures. He is a hub with heavy…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 14 Sep 2017 I've added a few more stanzas to my last poem. Please enjoy. The prisoner, amid ghastly jailers, walks with a head bent low by his failures. He is a…
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