Monday, January 31, 2011


Monday, January 24, 2011

three sheets to the wind

splice the main brace and batten down the hatches!

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

lost at sea

I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's unnecessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons sheds its shell
Such distance from our friends
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood.


Saturday, January 8, 2011


Friday, January 7, 2011



Sunday, January 2, 2011


Introducing the Stentor Brothers