Rocking

I crashed and burned today,  my body just refusing  To move the way I wished it to, I stopped and pain ripped through. My friend appeared and so I asked For help. She did, of course. And so I glided home A passenger  all tucked in tight But weary to the bone. My partner saved…

Flat

My cat lies so flat she presses the soft  the soft presses down  And somewhere the soft becomes hard  And shoves back out  And my hand pressing hard  spider steps  inch from me  tiny shapes  Such big shouts  scratched out here  Hard to hear  If you are near tho You can see through See me…

on being counted

ok, how are we all today? the last day of 2016, a strange and momentous year in so many ways. I am mulling over the implications of the macro political and economic shifts, really I am, but lets face it, that’s a bit too high brow for my normal posts isn’t it? But I have…

Tap

I have mastered the art of dual motion I expand while contracting, resist while inviting. Apart. Always apart. Even when a part. And I angle for those fissures: Points where the sharp can see. Try to hold up a light to the crack Without drawing attention to me. The contradiction is not lost. Only a…

Cask

wine improves with age…that’s what we are led to believe. I find it’s lure is disappating tbh. I’m looking at the foothills of low to zero alcohol intake with a sense of adventure and, dare I say it, anticipation. Parkinsons and wine are not easy bedfellows. To a certain degree, teetotalism is an anathema to…

Silver spoon

I look for a silver spoon To help the medicine go down  The bitter taste sticks around And reminds me that  Life is not all sugar It’s not so sweet at times. But then, sugar isn’t really sweet A history stained with tyranny and tears.  Shielded by marketing and greed But it fixes the rancid…

Arnold’s song, or total recall

How do you remember? Cast your mind far behind to the past. Is it taste, smell or touch Which one gives you a rush? Which one transports you through space and time? Recognition is fickle, And synapses crackle With altered results every go. Which version of truth Is the one you produce Is it the…

Shake it off

You may know by now that I won the lottery of life back in 2007 when I was diagnosed with early onset Parkinson’s. Now, most of the time I choose to willfully ignore it. This is not bravery or inspirational behavior, I’m sorry to say. Rather, it is sheer blind ignorance, conscious ignorance, intended ignorance…

Step

Step Lemmings throw themselves Weeds drape Beetles clamber And eggs roll The edge marks a start A change you can’t change A turn or a twist A drop or a fall A push A shove Nails drag as they cling Some change is a good thing Some Step

Recalibrate

So, in an attempt to fit all my various projects, responsibilities and ideas into the measly 24 hours of each day (bad design that, there should be at least another two or three hours I reckon) I am going to try to break with tradition and write my blog posts in the day. When I…

Parsimony

I sometimes wonder whether I spend my time wisely Or whether I squander it on fripperies Of action. What is of best value Trekking the contours of a newfound adventure Unlike your feet bleed but your heart is full Or Listening to the still body echo The tiny repeating call of my bones And listening…

Sugar free

We all know that sugar is the enemy… Normally moments of claritybring strength and hidden depth. Today I’m seeing, unfortunately The cul de sac of death. My limbs turn to lead I live within my head. And it will get worse. There is no cure, Just this curse. And that, is the truth. No sugar…