Captian's Log Poem: The Revolution 30 Jun 2020 There, sallow and dirty, dying and dead, the wicked we feared now fears for its head. So lift up the banners, make a loud shout. There’s nothing to fear; we’re…
Captian's Log Fear and Slavery 6 May 2020 Two of my all time favorite movies are The Matrix and The Truman Show. Now, for anyone who doesn’t know, these are both based off of very similar premises: They…
Captian's Log Tall Tale: Return 28 Dec 2019 By this time, we had been climbing four or five days. The march was terrible. Three were already dead, the other six would die soon, and if any of us…
Captian's Log Excerpt: Paper On Philemon 8 Dec 20198 Dec 2019 Now that we have looked at the text and explored its meaning, the rest of the assignment, daunting though it may seem, must be grappled with. What, pray tell, is…
Captian's Log Thoughts on Inherit Guilt 24 Apr 2019 When assigning guilt to a body, a methodology preferable to a mere vendetta or prejudice, it seems incumbent that all parties should maintain a frank disposition when passing or accepting…
Captian's Log Lentils 28 Sep 2018 For what would you sacrifice freedom? Would you, as ancient Israel, chose for yourself the food of slavery? They complained against the LORD after he led them from Egypt, wanting…
By the Sword… The Sword 6 Aug 20175 Aug 2017 (Excerpt from Friar Tumnus’ Recollections of the Destitute. He was a contemporary of the Nameless Hero, and, though he never draws an exact connection between this story and others like…
Captian's Log… Shadow of the Sisyphus 30 Jul 201729 Jul 2017 Last night I had a dream. I was the runaway slave, Lazarus, and you were chasing me along the deck of the Sisyphus. Around us the zombies—actually, I think all…
By the Sword… Ariesland 23 Jul 201723 Jul 2017 After three years out to sea, never stepping on land, and then to feel the soft sand give under my feet, and to smell meat sizzling over a flame—there was…
By the Sword… Out of Time 16 Jul 201715 Jul 2017 Captain paced around the deck, his arms behind his back. Grumbling, he took the watch out of his pocket, stood tapping his foot, and then, stowing the timepiece, continued in…
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