Captian's Log Of the Monsters in the Night 24 Jul 2025 Of the monsters in the night,there's one that chills on sight. The rain fell over the shanty town, a miserable sort of mist, running off the rusted tin roofs and…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Hell of a Time 30 Jun 2025 How can the everlasting punishment of Hell be in accordance with Justice? The argument, as I imagine it, might follow these lines: Sins cannot merit eternal damnation because: α. Actions…
Captian's Log After All 27 May 202527 May 2025 The angel weeps in the rain. What dreams the carved stone? Is there sight in those eyes? May those wings spread and soar? Silent, the rain runs down the smooth…
Captian's Log FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT 13 Jul 202413 Jul 2024 "Fight!" the man implores,and how that anthem rings,when on his face, blood poursfrom wicked bullet stings. https://taletold.wordpress.com/poems-2/fight-fight-fight/
Captian's Log Falling Asleep at the Keyboard 10 Jul 20246 Jul 2024 So, I literally fell asleep at my keyboard a few nights ago trying to cobble together a post. I thought the rough version might entertain some of you: And through…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Winter-Robbed Trees 1 Dec 2023 Feeling sick. Here's a bit of something I've been working on. The wind wept through the winter-robbed trees, their creaking limbs adding to the mellow air a threatening undertone. Vecrain…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: No Harbor 24 Oct 2023 She came in that night, when the fog was thick over the harbor and the wharf was deserted and dead. In the darkness, I had passed through the barricades, ignoring…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Unnatural 25 Apr 2023 It is unnatural to lose a child, but nature goes on. John's nature, always to pull, to search, to unravel, led him down a very unnatural path. Seventeen children had…
Captian's Log Scapegoat 19 Mar 202319 Mar 2023 "That's twenty dead," came a voice into my ear. I turned around, thinking it was someone at the table next to me, but I had forgotten how early it was,…
Captian's Log Bleeding Out 10 Mar 2023 I'm bleeding. The warm streams of my life ran down the cold flesh of my useless arm. When the bullet exploded in my shoulder, the whole limb went numb. I…
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