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Hey Daffodils, I’m back aboard Juniper, now the color of snow. I eat fresh papaya. Spiders spin silk webs into my head, then climb out my eyes. I am blind. I am alone. I am swimming through depths and currents of me, that not even I can see. I am looking...

*A True Sailboat Haunting Told in Multiple Splashes* Part IV- Pop-Eyed & Pale ” ‘Ghost,’ she said sharply, ‘who be you the ghost of? For I have heard of nary death close by.’ But there was no answer, only the ragged dancing in the wind.”– Eudora Welty, A Worn Path I...

*A True Sailboat Haunting Told in Multiple Splashes* Part III- Flights & Drops “I remember the whole beginning as a succession of flights and drops, a little seesaw of the right throbs and the wrong.” – Henry James, The Turn of the Screw The night shriveled and the stars sank...

*A True Sailboat Haunting Told in Multiple Splashes* PART II – Dust & Rainbows “No, no—there are depths, depths! The more I go over it, the more I see in it, and the more I see in it, the more I fear. I don’t know what I don’t see—what I...

*A Sailboat Haunting Told in Multiple Splashes* PART I – Roses & Aliens “How readily our thoughts swarm upon a new object, lifting it a little way, as ants carry a blade of straw so feverishly, and then leave it.” -Virginia Woolf, The Mark on the Wall When I first...

Hi Sunshine, I am sorry that there are so many moons between each letter I write to you these days. There are lots of things I want to tell you about Tahiti. All the whales I have seen, the lovely people I have met, the grottos, the many myths about...

The day is hot. With no promise of rain. A flower is born and a flower falls on every block. A teenage couple is lovesick in the shade. I watch them like a fountain. They are crabs eating each other without fear. Hiding from the flat shape of the sun...

I often get the feeling that I’ve left something behind. Like that pieces of me the size of sand are scattered somewhere. Or the feeling that I’m floating in a different place than the place on earth that my body exists in. Or the feeling that a voice is going...

Megayachts and manta rays float around the marina all day. The rays look like super heroes with their diamond shaped wing-tipped capes. Some call them “devil fish,” but I think they’re vigilantes. And when we’re not looking the rays fly out of water, turn into giant black birds, and haunt...

I like Tahiti. Even though I haven’t found its honey holes. Even though I have not seen much beyond it’s ship chandleries. Even though it’s impossible to find any boat parts in stock at said chandleries. Even though there is nothing at my fingertips here, except for low lying fruit...

As we got closer to Tahiti the land changed from grey to green. And we could see rock formations rising up from the middle of the mountains like castles made of sand. Josh saw them as a crown and Sava saw them as a shaka. The mountains here do wear...

It’s 2:29 a.m. Tetiaroa sits like a shadow beneath the moon off of starboard. I can’t smell land, even though it’s only 3 nautical miles away. I see one boat bobbing next to it on the chart. It’s name is Poe Nina. The name makes me reflect on the macabre...

The ocean is full of mythical creatures that swam out of religions from every corner of the world. This morning I made up two of my own; a wicked one and a virtuous one. The wicked one is named Zedar. He fell from the dark side of the moon. He...

Last night was a swirl of squalls with heavy rain, but tonight the moon has drenched everything in a crystal blue and the ocean, she is mellow. It’s 11 pm. We are on a broad reach headed straight south at a snails pace. Not much wind to be had. Sometimes...

When I close my eyes all I see are big blue waves. Rolling towards me. They wail. They howl. They thunder. Like a pack of blue banshees. I make the banshees melt by pressing my fingers lightly onto my eyelids. They melt into a thousand dancing suns. Now I feel...

Everything is liquid and vibrating, inside and out. So much water. Waves as tall as castles. They crash onboard with their fairytales. They toss Juniper up into the air or knock her rails down into the water. They tell Juniper that she will melt into the sea then turn into...

Last night I saw so many shooting stars. And a star that moved like a ship and a ship that moved like a star. Perhaps It wasn’t a ship at all, it didn’t transmit AIS and looked like a ghost, all hazy and candlelit, moving along the horizon. It sailed...

Sunrise this morning tasted cherry. I swallowed a lot of reds and purples and yellows. After it rose, I closed my eyes and looked up in the direction of the sun.  I like the fluorescent patterns that the sun makes behind my eyelids while the boat dances around. It’s the...

Breakers. Water. Ocean. Fracture zone. Strong Rippling Observed Here. Lava. South Equatorial Current. These are the things that I see on my chart for the ocean that surrounds us. Yes sometimes it just says water or ocean, as if next to the water was a mountain or block of ice...

It’s 3:30 a.m. and we are about to cross the equator. The mermen don’t wanna rise from their slumber to celebrate. They have dashed my visions of a party with champagne and a ukulele sing-along. Visions of a party with someone wearing my flamingo costume and the rest of us...

I feel like we are moving towards the equator at the pace of a dying lizard that is dragging its body across the sand and towards the shade of a palm tree, so that it can die with a shred of dignity. But the catch is, whatever is killing the...