I woke up at 4:30 AM with moon eyes and a gooey honey head. The limitless guru that lives inside of my dreams didn't want to let me go, but I have good winds to get going and going I’m gonna get. An hour later I'm gone and leaving an entire galaxy in my wake. …
NENDO
It's sunrise and raining and the entire sky is a dusty yellow rose. I've never seen the moon look like this before. It's like I'm staring at the whole wide world through hip sunglasses or one of those colored visors that black jack dealers wear. I throw a kiss at the air and promise the …
THE ARRIVAL
As I sail up along the west side of the bunny rabbit the wind really pipes up. 22 knots and climbing. I'm still head sail only and juniper is moving good, but in this wind the mainsail would really set her in her groove. For instance, sometimes I'll catch a big wave and juniper wobbles …
57th Sunrise At Sea
This is my 57th time to see the sun rise alone at sea. I am scared all the time out here. My heart was like some magic jumping bean and my stomach was all tornado twisted just before I left Vanuatu. I don't know why. It's not like this is even a long sail- only …
SO LONG VANUATU
It's 4 in the morning and I can see an alien-green tinted star out of my bow hatch. I've never seen a star that color, maybe it's not a star at all. Whatever it is it reminds me of Christmas. The other day a woman on top of a waterfall fed me a tree nut …
JOURNEY TO THE DOG
Did you see the super blue moon? The sky was all cloudy here so I didn’t see it, but I felt it. It hit me like some supersonic stone and made me go all kukoo bananas. It was probably better for you that you were not near me during this moon. I was too mutable …
HARD ON A HARD WIND
I’m sailing hard on a hard wind, though then again the wind always feels a lot harder when your hard on it and there’s always a certain point when I’m too close for comfort to it. Now a dark cloud is here and it’s changing the direction of everything. All these squall clouds coming and …
AQUAMARINE LIKE MERMAID BLOOD
Hey honey bunny. I’m still cruising around Espiritu Santo. Don’t you like that name? Holy Spirit. Holy Ghost. Holy Light. There are probably a lot of ghosts here. It was a base for American soldiers during WWII and you should see the stuff that sank in waters beneath me; tanks and ships and guns and …
VOLCANIC JUNGLE ORCHESTRA
My life has been a volcanic jungle orchestra since I last wrote. It’s been a wild ride and there is much to tell. I must break it down into notes made of days and you can read it in pieces and parts at your leisure. Day 1 I am weighing anchor off of Espiritu Santo. …
MY LIFE IS A FLOATING SOAP OPERA
The daily death of the sun is such a pretty thing to witness, don’t you think? I wish I bled all pink and purple and tangerine like that. And I wish you could measure me by how colorful my clouds were. The Meskalyne Islands had beautiful sunsets and I loved them, but I couldn’t stay …
