Please allow me introduce Esperanza. Here she is at the window when the train pulls into Maho Junction en route from Colombo to Batticaloa....
The Leap of Faith
Welcome, dear friends. We’re now a few days into the lunar New Year celebrated by the Chinese as Year of the Fire Monkey! I...
Moguls of Mud Mountain
The mother of the Butterfly Garden in Batticaloa, Sri Lanka, was the Spiral Garden in Toronto, Canada, may mother and child both rest in peace....
Damned by the Rainbow
In 1875 when he was just twenty-one years old, the French poet Arthur Rimbaud, exhausted his muse, tossed his pens and hit the road....
Disarming the Image Arsenal
The world is presented with some big questions these days when, almost exclusively, the corporate domain determines the answers and and defines the nature...
Monkey Business Outlook
The main obstacle for developing Monkey’s Tale / Out-of-the-Box programs is simply this: uncertain funding beyond the end 2015. Just prior to leaving Batticaloa. I...
Start with the Heart
In Sri Lanka I seldom watch TV. That’s because I don’t live in hotels where the ubiquitous CNN / BBC / FOX feed...
Strange Only Gets Stranger
Masks are about the face we wear, how we manipulate it, and how it manipulates us. For the most part we live our lives...
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...
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