Flight of the Jungle Bee

Today I head out of Auckland. I’ll be back, but I have to go meet another man. His name is Frank and he’s an older man. He’s sixty three-years old; well, in dog years. In people years he’s nine. He’s a white, furry terrier and I’ll be staying with him in Taupo, while his parents […]
Artists and Environmentalists

After returning from Tulum, I give up on showering and drag myself and my moist (a terrible word) bathing suit over to the Akumal Library, as the kids there seem to have become my addiction. I arrive and immediately look for my love, Stephanie, who is nowhere in sight. She lives with her mother and […]