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  • Perspective

    Perspective

    It’s amazing the trouble You need to hide muddle, to project an impression of calm. To make everyone fail to pick up on my tale of self pity, dillusion and harm. My jokes now all lack the right bite as I crack lamely on and I slur and repeat. Once you laughed, now I see you hang back, look…

  • Six weeks

    Six weeks

      The school doors at last are shut and locked up The alarm clock is quiet, we won’t get up For a while – tho’ the dawn chorus is loud, in full swing Nor will I be running wild, packing up the school things into bags, bleary eyed, rumpled, unironed, dishevelled. My sleep deprivation has a hope of…

  • Now you see me….

    Now you see me….

    Hey, I’m still here guys, just keeping my head low and focusing on my June goals. For once in my life I’m sticking to my goals and might, might just achieve some of them. Yes, unbelievable but true. The parkinsons seemed to rob me of energy, motivation, call it what you will. Just general ‘oomph’…

  • Motionary

    Motionary

      Time has, as we know, a relative flow. Not rock steady, it eddies.  It’s tributaries tangling, and we stand angling for the ones that got away, the elusive minnow minutes darting and starting to snap in my fingers  as I grasp and clasp them And hold them close to. Watch out, they can crumble! watch…

  • Pass the full fat whatever

    Pass the full fat whatever

    I raided the cupboard tonight I wanted crisps, salt and bite But snacks there were none My shelves are no fun And my jeans are accusingly tight. If only there was a quick answer To make me as lithe as a panther To smooth all my bumps And banish those lumps But instead I have…