Bali One

Bali One

My eyes swell, mostly from the stench of rotting flesh and decaying rubbish. Like onions, the fumes are leaking out from the streets and into my virgin eyes.  We arrived via a discount airline then hassled into a taxi. Now we’re cruising along a holey road with a man...
The dilemma of Their

The dilemma of Their

We live in a marketplace of labels: a revolving door of identity, language and the elusive yet apparently definable connection we humans crave from one another. Are you my friend or my lover? Are you my spouse or my domestic partner? Am I a she or nothing of the sort?...