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!

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 haveContinue reading “on being counted”

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 rancidContinue reading “Silver spoon”

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 theContinue reading “Arnold’s song, or total recall”

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 theContinue reading “If. Or, Pollie writes a poem”

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 listeningContinue reading “Parsimony”

Fall

<edited to remove the rubbish that dictating results in…stoopid iPhone> It’s a funny thing, when you have an illness like Parkinson’s, you forget that other things can happen to you too. You think u r  armoured against other illnesses and injuries. Sadly, you are wrong.  The irony is, until a couple of days ago, IContinue reading “Fall”