I sat in a dim corner of the pub, trying to keep my saliva in and obsessively rubbing the wound. My friends were pointedly not…
Using my tweed blazer, online degree from the University of Metaphysical Sciences, and superior height, I convinced three of the mugs I was living with…
I sat in an acai bowl cafe, the kind with swing seats and fake flowers, on a balmy Ubud afternoon, right in the middle of…
An unanticipated phone call in the afternoon alerts me that a Daratan ceremony is taking place in a matter of minutes at Pura Dalem Agung,…
My eyes flash open. All I can see in the moonlight is asphalt. Unforgiving asphalt. Metallic fear fills my mouth. My scooter is still wedged…
For a Bali dog, the fact that Sisi even existed at the age of eight was nothing short of miraculous. Sure, she had the personality…
I Fucking hate dancing. With a capital F. The apex of my dancing comes annually and is usually just a series of power-slides across some…
I notice the wildlife before the people. Between the hoards of holy cows and scavengers of the sky, there’s fierce competition for edible waste. I’m…
As a high-school English teacher, my plan to participate in schoolies as a “toolie” (Australian slang for opportunistic sex-predator far too old to be celebrating…
A couple of days ago, I woke thinking my ankle had magically healed itself throughout the night. It had been three days since someone on…
With one hand, I grabbed a dunny roll; and with the other, I covered my mouth while sprinting to a room most often reserved for…
It’s nearly midnight and Bali Manik seems to be the cheapest and best option. No hot shower, no air con, no TV, no TP, just…
