Lost in the post.
Stockpiled.
Flavourless.
Stock.
Water.
Without substance.
Stockless.
Less. Lost. Nothing.
Hungry families.
By Jay Cool, September 2020
Watery Stockpot
Posted byThe Silly-Savvy SalopianPosted inSavvy Lockdown PoemsTags:disillusionment, exploitation, freelance, mystery, parcel, poem, poet, post, profiteering, scam, silly-savvy
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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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