Captian's Log Reality 14 Nov 2019 I remember conversing with an artsy friend of mine: He showed me a character he was working on and half jokingly challenged that she could beat me in a fight.…
Captian's Log Poem: No Peace 6 Nov 2019 No thoughts pervade my wearied mind except they fly like birds. Exhausted, I no more can think but scribble out these words. To write a poem I find I bind…
Captian's Log Dreams Cling 28 Oct 2019 Blind and wading through the darkness, I’m lost; no floor, no ceiling, no up and down, no walls, no stars. Am I falling? Am I flying? Who knows? I’ve no…
Captian's Log Poem: Dreaming Stars 5 Oct 2019 Though heaven her curtain pulls, through pinpricks her light escapes. For her veil of starlit holes —hungering—my heart still aches The stars, the stars, they shine, and everyone is mine.…
Captian's Log The Air is Full of Lies 27 Sep 2019 All my words, stolen, flow from my veins; bleeding black ink, I fill the emptiness. I cannot write of today, of what I heard, those poisoned words. Dream, o dream,…
Captian's Log When Dreamers Wake 23 Sep 2019 When dreamers break and get a job, a cocktail on their brains —the bug is fixed— they wake. They wake to find it fixed: What good are working brains? Without…
Captian's Log Error 404: Lazy Blogger Forgot to Blog 19 Aug 2019 Wait, I have to pay for Microsoft Office? Ugh... So, a few technical difficulties need sorting out. Anyway, forgive a very short post. I looked up at the clock and…
Captian's Log Praying for the Dawn 30 Jul 2019 The council, clothed in the high shadows above the dock, made themselves known, their speaker’s voice breaking the silence, “Young Mr. Ebenright.” For a moment the addressed was a caged…
Captian's Log Great Dreams 25 Jul 2019 The regular columns, their broken remains, measured out the old theatre’s perimeter. He stood in its centre, dreaming of the crowds which once sat spellbound to tragedies, uproared at comedies,…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Daedalus Dreams 21 Jul 2019 Please Read: Daedalus Dreams Excerpt: The tinker dreams of many things, half slumb’ring on his desk. [continue]
