Lines drawn, bent, broken and crossed
are re-straightened.
Fixed and stubborn.
Adults – not children – playing imaginary games.
Living dangerously, I make up my own mind.
And I straddle.
By Jay Cool, March
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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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