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Investment

To rise again is to stand up again, after the beast has shoved you over. And yet, you know – he’ll strike again; a shovel, greedy for more coal, for more fuel to keep him ticking. You rise up again, after the second shove, and the third, and the fourth and the fifth.Continue reading “Investment”

Coastal Drift

Sucked out of my cave, I am forced to drift on a coastal tour of changing appearances seagulls that metamorphose into layers of rock that fracture; flints that live on through bleeding hearts that drip and dry, becoming one with the sand that drifts into a child’s bucket and turns all palatial. IContinue reading “Coastal Drift”

Manipulable

A thickness about my waist reminds me now, of the enormous girth of an ancient oak tree, almost dead. My arms feel leaden, and I think of that same old oak tree – branches propped up by rods, as my arms descend into playdough rolls that – twist and thin to a p o iContinue reading “Manipulable”

Laughter On Tap (Suffolk Punch Comedy Club’s official blog)

An eccentric, in mid-life crisis, ventures into The Brewery Tap (and assorted Portaloos) to blog about Suffolk Punch Comedy Club stand-ups …

Under the Stars with Mary Webb

I first shook hands with cousin, Mary, on a visit to Much Wenlock. I believe with all sincerity, that she saw me looking lost and desperate. I had mislaid Hubby and Sprogs, and was wandering around aimlessly in a downpour of rain. In a rare moment of clarity, it had occurred to me that IContinue reading “Under the Stars with Mary Webb”

The Voices Begin

Thanks for joining me, Jay Cool, as I read and respond to the writings of my Salopian ancestors! Out of Shropshire’s caves I go, spreading madness to and fro. Join the throngs and follow me, East to Suffolk – to have a wee. ( Jay Cool, the Silly-Savvy Salopian)

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

The Burnout

‘Plasticine’ image courtesy of Pixabay.com I pull plasticine out of my ears. On and on and on it comes, seeming to have no end to it. It’s coming out so fast, I don’t know what to do with it, how to manage it, so I wrap it around myself – until my body, like myContinue reading “The Burnout”

Doldrum Blue

‘Butterfly Blue’ image by Stergo (Pixabay.com) As doldrum blue adorns the sky Frost, the poet, tattoos my thigh His butterfly, I try to shoo It’s ice-cold burn bites me right through It’s not my thing to have the sky Complete with bugs upon my thigh I try to say I love it not But doesContinue reading “Doldrum Blue”

Lusty Low-Life at The Tap

Been an age since I’ve had the pleasure of a (no, not that!) pint of mango cider. The taste of rotten apples is by far superior to the taste of whatever was on your mind (yes, I’m well aware of the quality of my readership, thankyou!)! But it’s been well worth the wait, as I’mContinue reading “Lusty Low-Life at The Tap”