Captian's Log White… 26 Mar 202620 Mar 2026 White. All white. Burning white. Up, down, right, left, all around me, everywhere, nothing but limitless white. My eyes hurt with the soft but ever-present luminosity, but my eyes wouldn't…
Captian's Log Beyond 24 Mar 202618 Mar 2026 Written the morning before returning to work after being sick: Beyond the fever, beyond the dream,beyond death's cold and bitter gleam,beyond the shadows, beyond the night,beyond all this, I see…
Captian's Log Dancer 19 Nov 202519 Nov 2025 The magic of her body The magic of her soul With practiced step, a graceful leap, her strong limbs toned and free, the fearless dancer yet did weep, for what…
Captian's Log Rest Is in the Grave 17 Sep 202513 Sep 2025 How weary you are. How time has torn at you. Still, I look in your eyes, there is some life there, light like stars. You will keep fighting, I think,…
Captian's Log Between the Heavens and the Seas 16 Sep 202513 Sep 2025 Stop. I long to stop. To rest. To be stopped. Is there not a… I am, am I? Then why can't I, through all my tears and prayers, stop what…
Captian's Log Window to Heaven 8 Sep 202530 Aug 2025 Somewhere a censer swings. This dark place is full of smoke and unutterable chants. Incense fills my nose as my desperate eyes search for the light. God help those whose…
Captian's Log Like a Dove 19 Aug 202516 Aug 2025 I have desired you throughout the world, but you are not in the world. Mere reflections, only, hints, footprints, leading to a beyond beyond me. How can I follow you…
Captian's Log On Two Kinds of Death 2 Jul 2025 The staccato scratch of the silent sweeper's bouncing broom—I was watching the man as he worked, pushing the eclectic debris into a pile—was like music. A soft sound, one of…
Captian's Log The Right Story 24 Jun 2025 "And where are you going now?" she asked, watching the dim figure crossing the bridge. No answer was forthcoming, which was no surprise. The distance between the two was great,…
Captian's Log So Small So Smaller Grow 3 May 20251 May 2025 Just as the little things, too little to be known, are what make up the whole of things, just so, no one can know. It can be felt, it can…
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