Twenty-three years of riding,
elevated up and dropped right down;
in the twenty-fourth year,
I go coastal, and the sand in my bucket maintains my shape.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019
Roller Coaster Toxicity
Posted byThe Silly-Savvy SalopianPosted inRecovery of a Salopian ExileTags:anxiety, Indie, mental health, poetry, recovery, roller coaster ride, stress, toxic relationships, wellbeing, writer
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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. View more posts
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