Savvy Story – Carapace

She paces. Two forward, one back; three forward, one back; for forward, one back. And, in this way, she picks up her pace, each time, getting a little bit further. As others, get further, they actually get closer – closer to a goal, to someone else’s goal – a goal that someone else set, for…

The Drilling: A Short Story

¬† Crouching below the window-sill, I knew I couldn’t be seen. I couldn’t be seen and neither could I see out. It was best that way. To give into temptation and take a glance out, out at what might be lurking beyond, would have been tantamount to sending out an invitation – an invitation to…

More: A Savvy Poem

No more. No more do I want any more. More would be less, from my mooring point. Take me out. Untie me. Unleash me. Let me be more of nothing more than the more of me. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019 Image by Arek Socha from Pixabay

Longings

{John Clare had a lot to answer for, when he wrote¬†‘I am’.} Image courtesy of Pixabay.com (creative commons) I long for scenes where sweet goods tread A place where I can stop and stare A place to eat my chocolate spread, to pick and choose from all the fare. I long for scenes where tyrants…