Distance

It’s weird. I just reviewed the year to June 2015 As posted by me on Facebook. I have it printed in one of those book compilations that are advertised on Facebook ever now and  again.  It looks like so much fun. It looks like I’m having a blast the whole time. It makes me question…

Sound

   I love the sound of the wind in trees. I go and listen to a tree near my house when I need space and time. Today I  listened to different trees : but the effect is the same. Bliss is in the breeze. 

If. Or, Pollie writes a poem

A blank page is an opportunity. It beckons But I stall. I’m shy, uncertain, What if this is all? All I can produce. All I can get down. Small and stuttered, Slurred and slowed, I’m starting to slow down. What if I never find my voice What if it’s gone from me? Stealing into 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…

Return 

It’s been a while since I posted. That’s unusual behaviour for me. And I’ve come to realise that if I don’t post then I feel like I am missing out on something.  Which is strange really because this is only a little blog, it’s not like I have thousands or tens of thousands of followers….

Upstairs

I have spent the whole week Struggling to speak To my youngest son, who has been Quite determined to press Every button to stress His disgust at the current regime.  He has screamed, he has wailed  He has fought and has railed ‘Gainst the system within which he exists.  What he hasn’t devined Is that…

Calm : Storm

It’s quiet chez Stitich tonight. Boys in bed. OH out. Me, wrapped up in a quilt on the sofa, tippy typing. No telly. Just the sound of Lego coming from Elder’s eyrie. The calmness that will shatter tomorrow because it’s CHRISTMAS EVE!!! Younger has been a human alarm clock each morning, counting down the days…

High res

So, let’s accept that we are in the midst of Christmas prep – I could elucidate but quite frankly that’s not too interesting is it? I have seen far more creative souls wax lyrical on this subject way better than I ever will and tbh it’s not lighting my Christmas candle this year. Keeping it…

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…