life at sea Archive

  • A poem about how a mariner's relationship with his loved one is falling apart due his love for the sea, and her desire for a different lifestyle on his part. His dreams, she dreaded. His life, she shredded. His dreams sank....

    This Captain is Dead

    A poem about how a mariner's relationship with his loved one is falling apart due his love for the sea, and her desire for a different lifestyle on his part. His dreams, she dreaded. His life, she shredded. His dreams sank....

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  • As I stood in that vessel, balancing my body and supporting myself by pressing my legs against the engine room and the deck, I held in my hand not just a line, not just a maritime tool, but also the answer to all my questions....

    The Captain Diaries: May 22, 2011

    As I stood in that vessel, balancing my body and supporting myself by pressing my legs against the engine room and the deck, I held in my hand not just a line, not just a maritime tool, but also the answer to all my questions....

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  • A poem about the pain of having to leave a loved one for an overseas mission.

    To leave you for a mission

    A poem about the pain of having to leave a loved one for an overseas mission.

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  •  ...Addressed me as, "Cadet Mongefranco." "Cadet?" I thought. "Wow, that has a nice ring to it!" I felt liberated and invigorated. My life was finally catching up with my future, but this time in real life, not just in my dreams.

    The Captain Diaries: April 10, 2011

    ...Addressed me as, "Cadet Mongefranco." "Cadet?" I thought. "Wow, that has a nice ring to it!" I felt liberated and invigorated. My life was finally catching up with my future, but this time in real life, not just in my dreams.

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  • I can run. I can try to escape. I can look away, turn the music up, and try to bury myself in work or play. But it's all futile, for the oceans keep calling me, like a nagging voice in the back of my head.

    It keeps calling me

    I can run. I can try to escape. I can look away, turn the music up, and try to bury myself in work or play. But it's all futile, for the oceans keep calling me, like a nagging voice in the back of my head.

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