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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.
Disassociation
Today, I officially completed my umpteenth music lesson, and am now the dubiously-proud owner of a Suzanne Vega track covered by the previously-unknown singer, Jay Cool! Sadly, in spite of the snazzy image, after rather-a-lot of singing and guitar lessons, Jay will remain unknown. She cannot sing in tune, has a bad croak and…
The Killables
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The Resistance
Written in response to How to Navigate a Midlife Career Transition: One Day at a Time. As we approach fifty, or accelerate past it, we represent a resistance to ‘change’ movement in the workplace. The reality is that we have had plenty of years in which to witness the same so-called ‘changes’ having been tried out…
Pure
Sure, Julianna Baggot’s ‘Pure’ may well be a post-apocalyptic novel centering around the adventures of four knife-wielding teenagers but, to me, as a very-much-in-the-present-middle-aged-and-stressed-out mother, there is much I can relate to. Imagine this scene: You have lost your grip over your teenage sprogs, who have abandoned ship. You were rather hoping that, once settled,…
Worthlessness
Am I worth less than a life that is half my age? If that is the case, then why do they double me up, paying me twice as much as my younger self, only to then let go of my worthlessness – to save themselves from the cost of my pricelessness? Copyright owned…
Shrivelled
I shake off the lines that led me to this point, and, in the aftermath, I feel the smoothness of the surface of myself, whilst considering whether I really know where the point is. Is it at the sharp tip of my artist’s B pencil? Is it at the tip of my Hubby’s Roman beak?…
Llanberis: Snowdon’s Foot
Vertical. Vertical does not go with vertical. Turning back, I stick to ground level. My right foot being crook, I remain at one with the foot of Snowdon. Pressure. Pressure is a cure for the pain. I apply it, settling myself down upon the arch of Snowdon’s foot, hoping to stunt the flow…
Nothing Illegal
‘Nothing illegal here, mate!’ he declares, as he passes a clear-plastic sandwich bag over to a consort. The bag, of course, containing a quantity of white powder, on full view for all passers by. The lad, of course, containing a head stuffed full with similar bags of white powder, where once sat a brain,…
