Indonesia. For most, synonym with Bali drunken scooter rides and cheap poolside Bin Tangs. A sweaty, crowded beating heart, as intricate as the dubious electric wires dangling overhead like tangled fishing line. I too used to see it only as an exotic playground to indulge oneself in drunken follies and endless partying; but for those … Continue reading Finding oneself in Indo’s heart of wilderness – Travel Writing
This text is [not!] AI-generated
'A computer would deserve to be called intelligent if it could deceive a human into believing that it was human.' Alan Touring It's funny to think how most computers were initially designed to make human lives better by replacing them in painstaking tasks such as assembly lines, vacuuming pools or multiplying head-scratching sums. Most of … Continue reading This text is [not!] AI-generated
The rise and fall of the fat PT – Flash fiction
The fat personal trainer was a walking contradiction. He lived a happy life of plenty in a world of endless self-improvement, and his simple lack of wanting for much more in life was something that many ambitious people around the world would kill for. His work days consisted in instructing people on what and how … Continue reading The rise and fall of the fat PT – Flash fiction
Balconies and cigarettes – a poem
Standing on a balcony in Milan on the first day of summer; a bright-red Campari orange soda in one hand and a cigarette in the other, watching the day go past from the treetops as buses, trains and trams bring people back home from the everyday struggle. Killing time pondering about life and its overarching … Continue reading Balconies and cigarettes – a poem
First day of summer – 500-word flash fiction (written on a park bench in Milan)
First day of summer The loud engine of a performance motorbike woes past like a rocket and I am brought back to the wooden bench in the middle of Viktoriapark. First day of summer. I pick up my empty bottle and resume the endless trek around the streets of Berlin. I live a most simple … Continue reading First day of summer – 500-word flash fiction (written on a park bench in Milan)
Father’s shoes – a short poem
The sound of my father's shoes echoes against the plywood with a reassuring familiarity as I wear them to his funeral. (This poem is now going to be featured in Paddler Press. Once published, I will share it here so that you can read it in full)
The swing – a short story
The roar of airplane engines complimented the mid-morning busyness of the most remote city in the world. A blinding summer’s day sun shone through the family’s SUV tinted windows. The hum of the V8 in the Land Cruiser reverberated in mechanic synchrony as its off-road tires attacked the curb of Perth’s airport kiss and fly … Continue reading The swing – a short story
Vicious circle – a short story
The smell of fresh coffee fills the ampleness of the local community centre. Its bland, beige-painted brick walls are covered by different textures of children’s artwork – bright futures expressed on thin paper stuck to the wall by pieces of old Bostik. The comforting sound of an industrial fan contrasts with the faint snoring of … Continue reading Vicious circle – a short story
Life untitled – a contemporary attempt at modern poetry
Life An incessant urge to act reckless or somewhat productive; A constant dance between wanting to go all-in or getting simply lost. (This poem is now going to be featured in Love & Literature. Once published, I will share it here so that you can read it in full)
‘Having kittens’ – John Kinsella’s short story review
John Kinsella's 'Having kittens' short story review.
Paper trails - Writer's portfolio 