Posted in May 2016

5, 6, pick up sticks…

  … the bendy ones, a little gnarled, not entirely juiced-out, still with the bark on. In two-feet terms, picking up sticks could be debating fonts like the Packmaster does when she pretends screen-busyness: Bold, Italic, never regular. Or, an exercise in finding a friend – misshapen yet reassuring. I like my sticks thick like lamb shank bones. … Continue reading

space & time*

*(‘cause we are living in a material world/ And I am a material girl) Amongst the million thoughts let loose by the Random Hedgehog in my mind lately, are the repeated puzzling over space: Fill it up or leave it empty? How to best enjoy it: in its vastness or in a hyper awareness of … Continue reading