Captian's Log Poem: Dark Heaven 29 May 2020 Compare what joy is found in fairer days, in sunlit climes and sunlit blaze, with dreary darkened skies from which rain flies. The cold, I’m told, is worse, by far.…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Desert Storm 17 May 2020 Tonight, there’s rain in the desert, and the storm’s like roaring lions. From West to East I see it fall, and from North to South it’s pouring. In the darkness,…
Captian's Log Drabble: I Dream 13 May 202014 May 2020 Here now I am dreaming that the sun is breaking through, and that the clouds are being driven away. I am dreaming that there is a blue sky again, that…
Captian's Log Drabble: Passing Away 12 May 202011 May 2020 There is a place for me, but for now I am lost in this storm, caught in it. I have no direction; I have only patience. I plod forward, not…
Captian's Log Drabble: In the Darkness 11 May 2020 I felt the rain before it fell, tasted it upon the air, the very scent of the wind was ready for it, but for all that, when the rain finally…
Captian's Log Poem: Serpent’s Hour 28 Apr 2020 Oh that serpent’s long, and coiled form, which there I spy in yonder storm, twisting in its damn-ed sleep now rising from the deep —soon to rest again— will pass…
Captian's Log In a Dry Land 10 May 2019 Far from home he found a dried up tree, bleached white under the cruel sun, and for a moment sat on its crumbling roots, gazing over the riverbed, the dried…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Broken Storm 22 Jan 201922 Jan 2019 I find I have little time today for a blog post. Please enjoy this little poem I threw together. The form became too constrictive in the end, and I wish…
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 Poem: Facing Death 2 Nov 2017 The Addition: Soon over-swelling this little pond’s banks, the swiftly growing waters joined its ranks with the encroaching river’s deadly edge, thirsting to fill mortal lungs with its dregs. Helpless,…
