sailing in search of an endless sunrise
Tuesday: The morning catches fire and blooms all kinds of blue and pink on the white sands of the crescent beach. It’s 6 a.m. My head is a jubilee. I’m remembering all the nights that I spent in Bangkok. When I was a feather and anywhere was an oyster. When I could hang the moon …
Sailing the Sea of Cortez is like sailing on another planet. Cherry-colored-cactus-flower-desert-mountains pile up past the clouds, plateau into mesas, then drop down into seafoam water that’s as smooth and transparent as sea glass. And there are sirens and mega-toothed monsters and THIS is my Shangri La. The sun shines 320 days of the year …
I step aboard the 52 ft. Catamaran. It’s unearthly; part-spaceship, part-skyscraper. I can’t see my own face, but I’m pretty sure that it looks just like the face of an animal that froze inside a block of ice- a lot of fight mixed with frozen flight. A man named Carlos shows me around; how to …
I dream about a Tahitian man singing over a hard-boiled egg. It’s a wild kinda singing. More like high-pitched shrieking. I like him. I want to follow him wherever he goes. A bunch of green flashes before me. Then I’m on the catamaran in Mexico and it’s really a spaceship and I can’t see anything …
The Sea of Cortez, where to begin? At the beginning. I flew into Baja like a cold wind, drunk on exhaustion and high on the smell of sea salt. It took me 9 hours, 4 planes, two airlines, two cities in Texas, and the threat of being reported as a hostile passenger, to get there. …
After Juniper crashed into shore, the pearl farm and I decided it was best that she move elsewhere. She was like a parentless problem child, who got restless, snorted salt, snuck out, then got caught climbing back into her best friend’s window after a long night of misbehaving- lipstick stains on her underwear and everything.So Juniper …
Dear Diary, I felt sick all day. Nauseous, exhausted, jittery, spun- like a spinning top in the hands of some aggressive kid on too much Adderall. I should have known something was brewing, cause the full worm moon was on the rise and that marks a time of transition. It’s the Spring Moon, Sugar Moon, …
OTHER THINGS I am sorry that I don’t write to you as often. Here is my life in a nutshell. I received notice that yet another flight to French Polynesia has been cancelled. The country is now closed until May and no flights are flying until then. Rumors of mandatory vaccines are floating around too. …
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PART III - Fools Gold I am not new to New Orleans, but it feels new. Like fresh air. Like a crash of light. Like a neon dream. My days here have got more phases than the moon and I blow through them like the wind blowin’ through the pines. Today I awoke all sticky …
*It must be noted that unless I write FICTION before a piece of writing, it should be assumed that everything on Wilderness of Waves is NON-FICTION. And thus, everything I have told and will tell you about my trip to Louisiana is true, in fact it is truer than true; the Jesus car, the donut …
