A.G.
- Nov 15, 2016
The Deer Musk
Adam was, and I quote him, “the only son and child of a Jewish mother” who happened to be a psychoanalyst with a PhD and recently deceased. Whilst the intellectual accomplishments and professional achievements of a mother, and Jewish at that, would have been hard for any son to surmount, it was her dead condition that was the hardest of all and which Adam was still dealing with when we met outside the meditation hall of the Buddhist monastery we were both staying at Mt Koya.
R.B.
- Oct 23, 2016
Nephtys: a sailing encounter in the Aegean
July 5, 2014 - North Aegean* Wind appears to be a hot topic this year. It’s obvious that to sail a boat you need wind, ergo wind must be a good thing. But like everything in life, too much of a good thing soon becomes excessive. At the moment we would be satisfied with just a little Breeze-Please, just a nice consistent gentle wind to push our little boat on its way. Evening was approaching as we maneuvered our boat, Manaia, along the harbor quay on the quaint little islan
Y.T.
- Oct 21, 2016
Serendipity is a butterfly...
Serendipity is a butterfly flying past you when taking a photo to commemorate a victorious hike. — Puncak Gunung Angsi 825m
A.C.
- Oct 19, 2016
Horsemanship
It wasn’t even my pony, to be honest. The adolescent eldest son of the house next door had been given the little mare as a yearling, decided, after a little experimentation, that he couldn’t ride her, or at least that trying to wasn’t enough fun to be worth the effort, and had left her tethered in their back garden, from which she regularly escaped to join the hotel ponies at the end of the beach. I had a saddle. Would I like to ride her? I could keep her at my place? I h
E.P.
- Sep 8, 2016
"From up the road"
As any person with an accent would tell you, the much-repeated question about one's provenance can be utterly irritating and boringly predictable. When I was asked by a fellow peruser of a street poetry impromptu stall on K Rd - and after just a very short exchange - where I come from, I had to stop myself from visibly and audibly sighing. "Here we go again", I thought, "can't one read street poetry without accounting for one's passport country of issue?" At least this one wa
A.G.
- Feb 5, 2016
The Israeli vegan
Shlomo was horny by his own admission and in desperate need for some casual sex. He had a problem though, other than having to find a sexual partner that is. He was vegan and in Japan which was rather limiting his options. Not that being in Japan was bad per se, but when you are traveling in a country distinctively dissimilar to yours - Shlomo was an Israeli Jew - matters pertaining to flirting, mating and the specifics of sexual intercourse can be rather complicated and pote
