HEY, VENUS! RADIO

During an etching of Twój Dom, your best friend does a somersault. June bloom, a countdown to the eclipse. Your flame or mine, McFly? Hanging off a star in nineteen ninety heart, I look to you and I see…everything. Sacred ingredients: epithalamium, elevator spaghetti, eleven inch earthworms. A mixtape for lunar twins celebrating the first day ov summer. Featuring nostalgic hymns by The Innocence Mission, Tim Buckley, Ricki Lee Jones and a plentiful supply of whirling ballads for backseat make...

Welcome to your Sunday night mixtape, dear Venusian. Tonight the planets align just in time for your frolic into the passiflora's aura —where we conduct recitations from a handful of books from our archive while finishing up a late breakfast. If you get dizzy, redial the illuminated syntax on the patio (egg, larvae, pupa). Serpentine jewels grant infinite wishes by chanting. Blackberries go "bleep bleep" in the bike lane. Windblown petals, hot acorn tea and primrose in the hawthorn trees. Sta...

As the sun sets in the west, drift into a labyrinth of serenades led by the Chamrosh and his red-bellied companions. Featuring music by Dalida, Gede Yudis, Wand and other tunes designed for a lazy train ride at dusk. After you microwave your sweet potato fries, add twelve beetles and the necessary mineral supplements. Two-step in the snow, glue low-lying leaves onto your feet. If you get feathers in your mouth, gargle with bells and trumpets. Support the show

Do stones write poems? Just ask the twining roses who whisper Polish hauntology at the bend of the river. Making friends with the wind isn't so difficult, once you empathize with the linguistic roots from whence she casts her vapours. By the hand of the sphinx and the stars many dwellings, as the spiderweb spans the chasm with great appreciation. Translation: The second week of October has begun, so build your pyramid on the moon and join us for recitations from Fernando Pessoa's 'A Little La...

Welcome to your Tuesday night mixtape, just in case you require an extra boost of euphoria to get through the week ahead. Observations and recitations feature a glance into a curious book from 1928, exploring the research of F.F. Rockwell and his practical prognosis on preparing one’s dream rock garden. Sympathetic stones flavored purple (upon their perocity) encourage thirsty roots to charm their way toward the Galanthus. Fertile foliage, Chinodoxa in partial shade. Two excitable pomeg...

Tune in for spontaneous confessions and sugary spoilers, nostalgic two-steps, and a film recommendation that mirrors a little-known Polish track from the 1960’s. Crank up your motor, seed beds are humming, do the rain dance. Playing telephone in the honey field while singing in traffic allows for one’s worries to rest in the arms of a waltz —or, the bewitching collaboration between Laplante & Ravel. We cast another spell. Featuring the majestic musika ov Helena Vondráčková, George M...

Major chord epiphanies during a thunderstorm liberates the latches, which entails I might have to add a little powdered sugar to my curry. When unexpected visitations from a curious ladybug follows my lead, I let the record play a second time. Searching for gators, rinse and repeat. It's a soft deal, lean back into the sky -the garage sale accepts cash so suckle your seatbelt. "Zwoooosh!" That’s exactly the sound a horse makes. Other confessions -I got my hair kissed by a tree while sorting t...