Captian's Log Rough Thesis: Lenora Was in the Darkness 6 Nov 2018 Below is a thesis for a possible paper I'll be writing: Science has at times been likened to the mythological basilisk “which kills what it sees and only sees by…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Giant’s Mouth 4 Nov 2018 Please Read: The Giant’s Mouth I started this story more than four months ago when on a trip, and have regretfully left it unfinished, that is, unfinished 'til now. It originally…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Death’s Rail 15 Jul 2018 In the manner of an apology, I present these diverse works, for time like a thief has stolen upon me, and nothing have I completed. They are in rough form,…
Captian's Log Poem: Glory 10 Jul 201810 Jul 2018 Please read: Glory A short poem about Jörmungandr, and one who stood against it.
Captian's Log The Chase 13 Jun 2018 “It’s a tall order.” There was no response from the young writer. He sat at his desk, covered in shadows, staring at a piece of paper. A pen rested in…
Captian's Log Sonnet: Minotaur’s Birth 10 Jun 2018 Please read: Minotaur’s Birth excerpt: A monster grows inside my tender womb; his horns, not dull, already sprout and pierce. No fleshy toes are his, but like my groom —a…
Captian's Log Poem Fragment 18 May 2018 A story, in the back of my mind, grows, and tonight a part presents itself. The gods, in time before, their seeds had scattered round among the race of men.…
Captian's Log The Wolf and the King 6 May 20186 May 2018 I’m interested in dreams, reflecting on what memories I can steal from that miserly world so careful to keep its nightly drama a secret. Last night, I dreamed about an…
Captian's Log Counting the Cost 5 May 2018 When first reading Frankenstein, and learning the subtitle, The Modern Prometheus, I argued with my teacher regarding the comparison. True, my obtuse understanding of the Romantics’ views regarding Prometheus, and…
Captian's Log Spreading Fire 13 Feb 2018 He hears the song tossed by the desert wind up the craggy peak, coyotes in their maddening refrains. Above it all, he resides immune. The cold in the whipping breeze…
