Tet.
A time for celebration.
A time to remember, to reflect, and to share.
A time when the living is kidnapped – by a Sandero!
A time when Jay Cool, with no alternative, grabs a notepad and a Motorola, and makes the most of an unfortunate situation.
Time for a Salopian ‘poet’s poet’ to make the most of whatever scraps of talent, however minute, she can summon up from within her DNA.
Time for the ancestors to speak.
Time …
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Jay Cool, the Salopian Poet’s Poet |
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P.S. Pretty sure that the purpose of this blog site is all now very clear!
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Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.
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