Captian's Log Poem: I Am the Man 24 Jun 2019 I’ve not the time to tell a lie nor make my meaning plain, and so I ask, “Look in my eye,” see there I’m not insane. You want my trust…
Captian's Log Short Post: The Unthinkable 21 Jun 2019 The blossoming night spread through the sky as each precious star peaked through heaven’s dark veil. I would see the man tonight. He lived in a cave in the desert;…
Captian's Log Let Time Forever Roll 18 Jun 2019 As time rolls over the arid waste and briefly stops awhile to breathe under a shady tree, so I may pause. I may stop—let time fly on—I sit contented for…
Captian's Log From the Typewriter: Evil Reflections 16 Jun 2019 Okay, so the typeface is unreadable like this. Fine! I'll type it out like a modern man living in 2019. (With a few odd corrections here and there, the…
Captian's Log The Court of the Spider Queen 13 Jun 2019 The queen wears a mask of white, her face covered in pale porcelain. She paints it not, unlike her noble court-goers, her rich slaves. They all wear masks, but her…
Captian's Log What Comes Out of the Mirror 12 Jun 2019 The lake was like glass, so still it was, and the little, forgotten pier of rotting wood was half collapsed into the water. Some reeds by the bank were alive…
Captian's Log Short Story: Inflection 11 Jun 2019 I am a normal man with one extraordinary feature. It is nothing intrinsic to myself, but an accident of circumstance, very long ago now, made me privy to a world…
Captian's Log Above and Below 10 Jun 201910 Jun 2019 As is the case with strange things, a history is hard to provide. This letter is unsigned, unaddressed, and missing preceding pages. I know not the whole story, I only…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Burned Ghost 6 Jun 2019 How silently the time slips by and when the hour’s past how came I to this midnight end? my soul burnt up in ash? A blackened thing unlike myself, and…
Captian's Log Can You See Me? 5 Jun 2019 “Can you see me?” he whispered. She continued with her chores silently, gliding like a dancer through the house. He followed her, broken, sometimes whispering, sometimes shouting, begging to be…
