Knowledge 2

So it’s taken me a while (but what’s new) but here is my second instalment of my diagnosis story. First instalment can be found here. So there I was, holding down a high powered job, crossing the globe advising multinationals at board level about their tax governance etc etc,  looking after two small boys, trying…

Timing

This poem is about how things can twist and change so easily and wondering what would happen if we could ‘backdate’ an encounter Sometimes when I am sitting Drinking coffee Dreaming of you I imagine what it would be like If we could turn back the clocks To when we were not pitted and scarred…

Rhyme time

April again….Napowrimo! This one is about time and it’s value Foundations Every waking moment is different and unique It will never come back and we can never peek Backwards and relive our time It runs quicksilver gone But always leaves it’s legacy It’s echo and it’s tone. We may lose every minute yes But each…

Revamp

It's October, the air is crispier and so is my life. Stitch Towers is under new management (mine) and life is both challenging and stimulating. I am middle aged, I admit it, but I have never had to fend for myself until now. It's not a barrel of laughs but I'm not drowning quite yet….

Lucky number

So, as I said last time, I’ve started a new arts space here in stitchopolis. It’s my new baby and I’m loving it. I’ve come to realize That the genesis of this venture is a massive step for me. For Once instead of saying ‘one day I will do that’ I’ve just got up and…

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!

Archive

I sometimes catch myself at rest,  I see an older woman,  I’d like to say I see a dish  but I am only human.  I sag, i bag, my skin has folds,  I’m not sandblasted, taut.  I’m showing life upon my skin,  at times it has been fraught.  But this line here is from my…

Anthropology 2: art student

I lost my jacket, heels and case i left them way behind. I cut my hair and changed my spex, become another kind. I left the ranks of the well paid I missed the Budget speech, I said goodbye to 9 to 5… It all is out of reach. ‘These days I google concept art i…

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…