I’m halfway through my month-long escape in Bali and my weeks have begun forming a pattern. Monday morning, wake up early, yoga, green tea. Tuesday…
I put a drop of soap into my menstrual cup and use my hands to spread the soap around the silicon. There is something grotesque…
I have just finished writing for the night. After hours at this internet cafe, I am in need of a feed, and too lazy to…
Lingering incense from daily offerings wafted over the villa; the smell of Balinese air and fresh street food filled my nostrils. A breath felt how…
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…
