LITTLE FETISHES

    “You have too many already.” I gave a guilty start. But the stern admonition was directed at the younger girl who stood beside me, gazing as lustily as I was at the pencils in rainbow array display – some out of our reach and some at a tempting arm’s distance. “You can’t ever … Continue reading

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

raw mango

If the experience of summer can be distilled to its essence, I think it’ll come down to a raw mango, to its tangy tartness with the 3-D pop, having you pucker up like only a first kiss can. Transgress, I think, has something to do with it. Unlike the orchard’s litchis unpeeled and piled high … Continue reading

X-FACTOR*

(*note to self: watch out for the cheels) Digging up the colourful alphabet rug my two-legged’s been toddling on, my ears pricked up to showdog standards to see how a crossroads… rather crossbones of a letter marked the spot: X. This alphabet that appears approachable from all sides and opens out to so many possibilities and … Continue reading