Captian's Log White… 26 Mar 202620 Mar 2026 White. All white. Burning white. Up, down, right, left, all around me, everywhere, nothing but limitless white. My eyes hurt with the soft but ever-present luminosity, but my eyes wouldn't…
Captian's Log Cinder’s Nest 25 Mar 202619 Mar 2026 Sweet are the faces smiling now, sweet in their blind rapture. Sweet are the nods, and sweet their squinting eyes, approval for all that they despise. I will destroy, I…
Captian's Log Home Again 23 Mar 202617 Mar 2026 For all of that, they could not die. The blood poured from the bone-deep gashes of the eviscerated and faceless corpses which hung and swayed overhead. The mutilated and shapeless…
Captian's Log Tea 21 Mar 202614 Mar 2026 Home sick on a beautiful day. I want to run and leap in the sun, it's been raining so long, but I can't breathe. A pot of tea, I try…
Captian's Log Between Heaven and Earth 20 Mar 202613 Mar 2026 I don't know if anyone is ever ready to die. I know, you hear stories about saints and martyrs and whatnot. Surely they were. Maybe they were, but did they…
Captian's Log The Moon Smiles 19 Mar 202613 Mar 2026 I smiled at the madman. What else can you do, backed into a corner by a raving, unwashed transient sharing his confidence with you, letting you in on the truth…
Captian's Log Life Update: Down the Amazon 18 Mar 202618 Mar 2026 So, my father is not the most tech savvy man in the world, which is a shame. He once was fairly competent re: computers back when floppy disks were a…
Captian's Log Happy St. Patrick’s Day (A Haiku) 17 Mar 2026 Saint Patrick's Day, but—evergreens black under fog—cold so slowly lifts I have caught a cold going around at work. Feeling a little better every day. Read an article on Substack…
Captian's Log The Immured III 16 Mar 20267 Mar 2026 The smiling old man quietly stepped back, step by slow step, as his sacrifice prepared the way. Saved from the noose, that unspoken threat of a whisper in the ears…
Captian's Log The Immured II 15 Mar 20267 Mar 2026 Voices. Indiscernible. Muted. The eternal darkness, the infinite silence, interrupted. She held her breath, standing stock still in her moldering tomb. Then, oh great God in heaven! Yes, the tapping.…
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