Displaced: A Salopian Hincher in Suffolk


This house – my cave – has never truly hugged me.

So, feeling the Hinch, I pick up my flimsy frying-pan turner, and get to

work, scraping away the gunk of those who went before.

Will this house now feel like a part of me – or, like gunk, do I still need to scrape me

off                                             and move myself on?


Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019

Image by kordula vahle from Pixabay
If interested in Hinching, please read my affiliate-blogger review of Hinch Yourself Happy.



Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

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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