Parkinsons – Page 2 – stitch this

Now

I have a confession to make, I have another love in my life. I have been working on another venture and this weekend it took flight. I am now the founder of an arts space here in Stitchopolis. Can you believe it?? Check it out here. Hope you like!

Folding

Today I folded paper and My son dictated the design. He chose my folds, the way I turned The paper, here then there. I find the folding soothes the soul I love to concentrate To focus is to forget – i find It helps me lose the thread. I like to let my mind unwind…

Supernova

The timeline is complicated But unforgivingly straight Before the night We shine We burn I’m bright, I know I have letters to prove To me, at least. But Perhaps this fire this inner flash This drive these files this splash Are my last gasp My battle cry Before I start to fade. I’ll rage against…

Berlin face off

I was standing on the pavement My fingers cold and stiff The phone loose in my hand It’s job done Directions good. I saw my goal Iconic and cool Lines clean against the cobalt rise And then a blue Familiar friend Caught my eye and As I bent Towards its light I saw my life…

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…