Captian's Log Poem: The Dreamer Waits 17 Nov 2021 The days are coming when the days will endthe years draw near when the sun will setAnd in the final hour of our liveswhat dreams remain? I was wandering through…
Captian's Log The Other Side 6 Nov 2021 The night was cold and dark, the rain falling fast and hard, and the wind was raging over the sea. The windshield wipers squeaked in their furied race back and…
Captian's Log Short: The Dark Thing on the Beach 27 Oct 2021 The lighthouse stood, not perfectly straight, on the very extreme of the craggy bluff. It leaned as men are known to lean when they want to catch sight of something…
Captian's Log Drabble: Black Heavens 16 Aug 2021 You could hear the distant showers climbing over the hill, and feel the air grow colder with every breath. The sky was darkening, and white explosions of lightning streaked through…
Captian's Log Drabble: Waiting for the Storm to Pass 22 Apr 2021 I'm a Benadryl and some Tylenol down, and I'm groggier than a bear come winter. To be honest, I've been feeling pretty sick this last week. Thunder rolls over the…
Captian's Log Drabble: Duel | Part 2 20 Mar 202119 Mar 2021 Too eager, you step into my blade. Was it that moment the sun chased away the storms? How brilliant that misty morning, with you dead at my feet. How cold…
Captian's Log Drabble: Duel | Part 1 19 Mar 2021 How the rains descended over us, crashing down like waves. Still, our swords were drawn in that darkness. Our feet slipping in the mud, we lunged and retreated. I could…
Captian's Log Short Story: Seeking the Dawn 19 Jan 2021 There's a darkness in my soul, something in harmony with the storm. As heaven pelts me with rain, I rejoice. It feels clean, this resonance, this release. My hot breath…
Captian's Log Short Story: Drainpipe 15 Jul 2020 An old drainpipe, clothed in patches of green lichen, drips continually beside me. The house it's connected to is old, worn down. It rained last night, and it was cold.…
Captian's Log Short Poem: O Early Snow 14 Jul 2020 O early snow which slowly falls as like when timid lover calls with bashful, blushing cheeks, and stuttering he speaks. Such gentle openings may yet passions and mighty storms beget.…
