The Tale Wolf Head: Beginning Part 24 4 Aug 2018 Here is an early, unedited look at part 24 of the Wolf Head Series. The moon’s bloody glow spreads over the farmers’ fields, casting out the brief relief of night.…
The Tale Wolf Head: Beginning Part 23 24 Jul 2018 Here is an early, unedited look at part 23 of the Wolf Head Series. The warmth of sleep slowly eviscerates, as Richard drearily drifts into consciousness. From pleasant dreams of…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Death’s Rail 15 Jul 2018 In the manner of an apology, I present these diverse works, for time like a thief has stolen upon me, and nothing have I completed. They are in rough form,…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: The Werewolf’s Charge 14 Jul 2018 Before the elect council, their scornful ire thrown down in unbroken stares from their crescent bench which surrounded him, the starved wretch of a man stood entirely exposed. He’d little…
Captian's Log Continued: Fidelity 28 Jun 201828 Jun 2018 (A continuation of the post Rough Draft: Fidelity) “You see it?” cried the younger sister. “There,” she pointed, “the two eyes, and there, the nose. You must see it. That…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Fidelity 27 Jun 2018 She looked cute in her hiking outfit. He called it an outfit—hadn’t heard anyone else say it—her latest outfit. This was a cute one; he liked it. Short pants tight…
Captian's Log Unfinished: The Ship Beelzebub 19 Jun 2018 I cannot tonight finish this poem: Now breaking through the misty sea with scores of seagulls merrily as like when kings their servants send to cry his proach to any…
Captian's Log Poem Fragment: Eternal Night 17 Jun 2018 Strange it is to say goodbye to one whose love brought me so high. Odd to see no life in you when ‘twas our life would see me through. Break…
Captian's Log Accounts 3 Jun 2018 (A hastily drawn rough draft of an idea. Please enjoy.) Val always rose at the crack of night, and when at a little after 11:00 his roommates crawled like dead…
Captian's Log Poem Fragment 18 May 2018 A story, in the back of my mind, grows, and tonight a part presents itself. The gods, in time before, their seeds had scattered round among the race of men.…
