Monthly Archives: August 2015

Notes from the Monkey’s Uncle

Dear friends, apologies for my long silence, immersed as I am in the daily duties of an old doddler on the Garden Path. You know...

Ducks in a Row

Obliteration. The Ghost Dance. Flash back to when I first arrive in Batti. Kula and I sit on the rotunda at Monkey’s Tale after...

Shake the Snake Awake

There is a snake in the garden or, to be more specific, a Story Snake with two heads, one at either end of its...

Crow Don’t Know

Story is about mystery. The Big Mystery. Who am I? Who are you? Who are we? Much ink has been spilled, never mind blood,...

Inventory of Omens

  Herewith, an inventory of omens that appeared during the early days of the Out-of-the-Box journey in Batticaloa: Picked up at Batti railway station by skeletal,...

Gone the Beautiful Blue World

Chaminda and I arrived at Monkey’s Tale in Batticaloa late last Tuesday afternoon. We took the train from Colombo sweltering across the country toward...

Hang on to Your Hat

I book a ticket to Colombo on Sri Lankan Airlines. Somebody important must be expecting me. At the airport in Bangkok I’m upgraded to...

Empty Hands Open Heart

I believe in not knowing where you’re going but going forth with eyes and heart wide open. “Push on to ultimate emptiness,” is my...