Captian's Log 22 Dec 2018 No peels of thunder came with threats of rain, but soft trickles met the tired sun in his descent. Emboldened in the darkness of this winter, they storm with bitter…
Captian's Log Can You Write the Stars? 12 Oct 2018 Upon a precipice, a jagged piece of rock like some great lonesome rib reaching above the dewy night, a few scattered and shriveled evergreens have grown, life, the dark forest,…
By the Sword By the Sword: Mist 12 Aug 2018 Please Check out the latest installment to By The Sword: Mist Here is a snippet: He let the fisherman wander off, instead himself wandering toward the pier’s edge, and coming…
By the Sword By the Sword: Rough Draft 5 Aug 2018 Mist He let the fisherman wander off, instead himself wandering toward the pier’s edge, and coming to it, sat himself to stare out into the bay. The grey mists, coiling…
By the Sword By the Sword: Rough Draft 29 Jul 2018 Ugh, I am sick. Fighting off a fever in sweltering summer heat. What a time to be alive. Been working on another installment to By the Sword. Please enjoy. Mist He…
Captian's Log Poem: The Ships Beelzebub 25 Jun 2018 Please read: The Ship Beelzebub Well, another Ghost Ship poem. I hope you enjoy.
Captian's Log Continued: The Ship Beelzebub 21 Jun 2018 The original post: Unfinished. Now breaking through the misty sea with scores of seagulls merrily as like when kings their servants send to cry his proach to any friend, or to…
By the Sword… By the Sword: The Pier 12 May 2018 Please Check out the latest installment to By The Sword: The Pier Here is a snippet: . . .As when a hunted animal sees the predators closing in, and in…
By the Sword By the Sword: Rough Draft 11 May 20181 Feb 2021 The Pier John sat muttering, little noticing the silent tread of the youth wandering among the fishing vessels. In his hands he wrung a well-worn net: it was frayed in…
By the Sword By the Sword: Rough Draft 9 May 2018 The Pier John sat muttering, little noticing the silent tread of the youth wandering among the fishing vessels. In his hands he wrung a well-worn net: it was frayed in…
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