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 in my wet floral dresses. …
Compass Rose
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 lizard is dragging it back …
For The Love Of Pirates
Yesterday I received a message from someone. They wrote, “Be careful carrying on conversations with other vessels out there. They could be outlaws.” If we are on a collision course I gotta talk to the other vessel. Plus, if I befriend a pirate or an outlaw or a villain, won’t they have a harder time …
The Wind and White Horses
The wind is screaming. She screams, “You said you wanted me. Here I am, baby.” I scream back, “I wanted you, but not like this! You’re drunk. And you’re a mean drunk. On moonshine you lack all control! And when you have no control, I have no control! Look at you, you can’t even blow …
Kyoshin Maru No. 1
All the lights are back on in the heavens. We didn’t see them for two days. I wrote them a love letter in their absence and send it out over the sky waves. “Dear night and day. Everything is unbearable without your light. Without you I feel, at the same time, both hollow and heavy. …
A Hole In The Horizon
Today the sea, she whispers. She’s soft and velvet. “Aloha, buttercup,” I say. Today is not like yesterday, there is nothing ominous in the sky. And I already forgot yesterday anyway. Yesterday is just fog and flames and fangtooth fish. Yesterday is a faded photograph of a distant relative, whose name I can’t remember. Yesterday …
The Dark And Stormy Night
It was a dark and stormy night in the Tropic of Cancer. Drop. The sea was a swirl of water and rain and prayers. Rain. Hard. Like ice. Falling. Drop. Lightening filled the horizon. Flash. More Lightening. Flash. Flash. Flash. All around. Flash. Can’t see. Drenched. Crash. The waves are giants made of blue glass. …
Three Butterflies In A Bottle
Yesterday, the sky turned white all around us and raindrops the size of frogs started falling down. We couldn’t see anything in any direction. No blue sky. No honey-colored sun. No highway to heaven. That’s unusual because normally you can see that the magician in the sky is hiding the sun behind his hat. And …
The Fisherman’s Dream
I have been dreaming but I can’t remember them for more than the time it takes sand to fall through your fingers. And thats not long enough to write them down. All I remember of last nights dream is that I was in world made of clouds and people were helping me get somewhere higher. …
Oh Neptune
We are champagne sailing now. On a close reach with breezes in the mid-teens and a tiny swell. Cheers baby-cakes. Cheers to the dolphins and the clouds and the sun and the salt and the sharks. Cheers to all the other sailors somewhere at sea. Cheers to the lighthouse keepers who keep the sailors off …
