When Identity is Withdrawn

I am a Writer for ‘The Parkinson’s Experience’ global community. Identity is a significant subject for people living with a chronic health disease/illness or disability. For some, the chronic health problem or disability is with them from birth.  In those cases the person’s identity, as being someone living with a chronic health problem or disability, […]

Read More…

Christmas Tree

The following poem is in the Haiku form of poetry: Christmas Tree. Pretty lights twinkle Among branches filled with love As we gather round.   (C). Dean Parsons. 2017.  

Read More…

Festive Tears on Standby

I am a Writer for ‘The Parkinson’s Experience’ global community. For me, this has been a landmark year.  With the high points including the many fun gatherings with family and friends, making wonderful new friends, a move to focusing on developing my writing career, taking up new study,  achieving a long sought diagnosis for my […]

Read More…

The Blood Soaked Brick

She made her way toward the line The place the bridge gave cover Where in the depths the people cried Each wishing for their Mother Above the ground the siren whined She thought just of her lover She stopped to hear the silent sign London hit by another Right then she fell unto the ground A lightening […]

Read More…

Avunculus B

He never once objected All the times I sought his view When I called on him for wisdom He would know just what to do Whether I contacted him by letter Or by a telephone call When I found a new Big Problem He would make my worry small From the time I was a […]

Read More…

Pater

What was that? I asked myself I asked when he had gone A life so big and mighty Wow!  Astonishing things he’d done From by The River, whence he came And The Green at which he grew Playing tuba with the Saintly bands Big dreams ran through and through He discovered a new Brotherhood Of shadows and blood war […]

Read More…

When Reality Hits

I attended my first post-diagnosis review at Ipswich Hospital, yesterday, with my Neurologist.  Arriving at hospital was for me, as I am sure it is for most people, a trigger for a reasonable amount of stress and anxiety.  Entering the hustle and bustle of this busy building was a stark contrast to the peace and tranquility of […]

Read More…