Lost in the post. Stockpiled. Flavourless. Stock. Water. Without substance. Stockless. Less. Lost. Nothing. Hungry families. By Jay Cool, September 2020
Author: 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.
Popping Bubbles – A Lockdown Poem
Meandering. Dodging people. Stepping back. Avoiding those who’d plough into and through me, given half the chance. But I’m chancing nothing. If Covid is a myth, then so is my existence. It’s dodge ’em or POP GONE! Copyright of poem owned by Jay Cool, 19th September 2020 Image by Robert Armstrong from Pixabay Please visit…
Provocation – Savvy Poem
Unprovoked, I annoy, offend, am targeted. For the essence of difference that is different. For thinking. Provocatively. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, September 2020 Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay
Liked – A Selfish Poem
No-one has liked me for a long, long time. Not that I’m sorry. Not that I’m sad. What must it be to be liked, constantly, repetitively, over and over and over again. So many phone calls, so many texts, so many stats to check. What would be left of the me I like? What would…
Somehow – A Lockdown Poem
Somehow satisfying. Soothing, even. One might argue, stimulating. Not in any kind of saucy way, and not steamy, or even – sweaty. Just soothingly satisfying, seeing the seeds and sequins and, sometimes, even a sock – sucked up! Sucked up and suffocated. Sozzled. And. Sorted. Satisfying, somehow. By Jay Cool, The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk,…
‘Some End’ – Silly-Savvy Art
Stood in my art studio (ramshackle summerhouse): listened to the rain falling onto the roofing felt; hoped the wind wouldn’t be too harsh on my loose-perspex window panes. Lamented the sunshine. Not the best day for hanging out my laundry. Felt glum. Took up abstract art. Here it is – the perfect representation of my…
Driving Through Foliage
Driven on, and driving, through things still growing, I reflect on the shortness of what it is to be me, An illusory span of meness, contracting, shrinking – inches becoming centimetres becoming millimetres becoming nothingtres as the concept of me is consumed by the foliage that carries on growing, bending – homing in on the…
‘Chilton Heights’: Silly-Savvy Art
Inspired by the view of an industrial-equipment hire plant, located in Church Field Road, Sudbury, Suffolk. Can never quite make my mind up whether I would prefer to live in a castle, mansion, gypsy caravan, shepherd’s hut, or an industrial container nestled in the midst of a village of cranes. Hence, for now, whilst contemplating…
Leg: A Silly-Savvy Story
A leg. Two hours crab fishing, and only a leg to show for it. Okay, it may have been a crab’s leg, but judging by it’s already defunct existence, if something defunct can be said to exist, then it could hardly be put to good purpose in the culinary sense. ‘Rotten Crab’s Leg Paste’ just…
Here’s Boris! – Silly-Savvy Art
Gouache and collage, on 50 X 40 inch canvas board, painted in response to public queries regarding the whereabouts of Boris. See link to The Express article, ‘Where’s Boris?’ After a thorough search of the country – permission granted by Dominic Cummings ( i.e. one has to act upon instinct when in fear for the welfare…
