After Parkinson’s Disease (PD) diagnosis in early 2015 I was put on to an array of drugs. One of them, we were warned, could have had potentially serious side effects – making me gamble, or making me a sex addict. The compulsive behaviour went a third way – poetry. Quite unexpected, but it has been quite an experience.
As I try to maintain my physical well-being I also endeavour to strengthen my cognitive facilities – both under threat from PD – and so have led to these efforts to produce a poem a day, to keep my brain tight, since 5th November 2015 (Bonfire Night in the UK).