"for everything you think you know, there are 3 things you don´t"
- Hoshua Danks

I´m sitting there eating dinner, by myself, contemplating... She begged me to do this, to come here, to be with her. And we agreed that we would share this experience together, for better or worse. I could count on a companion - or so I thought, even if the romance faded. Which it did. We had a long talk about how we both felt that. But we wanted to forge on and remain friends. Then she started talking ... read more

I met her about a year ago - and after a magical, sensual experience - we always stayed in touch. Writing back in forth in poetry and prose, she dug into my heart. She talked about the future, about a vision of owning land and gardening, ya know, every hippies dream. She even came across the country just to visit me, and we decided to do this together. I spent months dedicated on getting my broke ass to boom - saving money and ignoring everything that fell outside that plan. About a week... read more

The sun is a fire in the sky, scathing the land with a dry dusted heat that withers the strength of the body. Now my mind is poised deep in the center of this meditation, this ritual of creation through which self transformation lurks around every curve of my meandering path... The greater the challenge the greater the reward.

My heart burns with the fire of the sun, pulsing through every meridian, washing the aches away - burning off the detritus of babylon crusted up on my soul. Mus... read more

Why not just keep the ball right on rollin´ eh? Some folks im havin alot of fun with here want me to help them out with another festival in brazil - so i think thats where im heading. After a good ole fashion american thanksgivin i suppose... then off to a parallel universe. But if your in the southern hemisphere, i believe that makes it a universo parallel.

I don´t have anything to ´go home´ to, so why not keep traveling and building festivals. If it all works out of course...

My... read more

A chorus of chainsaws sings the requiem of the forest, as we fell tree after tree. The sun is merciless, burning down from the heavens like a mountain of fire. The land is angry, desolate, and ashen - without life other than thorns and prickly plants, watered by the blood running down my legs. A straight eucalyptus, rising to the sky, cracks and falls under our warcry: "mediera!" Bare hands push the timber of the tree, burnt black by fire, into the graceful arc of gravity's embrace. The ... read more