Savvy Poem – Cruel Comfort

Inspired by the poem ‘Little Tree’ by e e cummings.   How could I hope to comfort you? You with your feet hacked off, your roots left behind – left behind to be nourished – fed by your mothers and aunts, by those unwilling to let go of the remnants of an existence that once…

Savy Poem – Burnt Ice

As cold as cold, as hot as hot, shivering through and through, her skin burns to ice. Frostbitten and scorched, she rehatches.     Copyright owned by Jay Cool Image by Tania Van den Berghen from Pixabay Silly Poem – Didn’t Silly Poem – Conwy Savvy Poem – Worthlessness        

Savvy Poem – Entwined

Suffocating space stretching out into sea of crushed moments; ideas of futures undone, now gone – Slowly killing me.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 9th January 2020 Image by Holger Schué from Pixabay A Word For 2020 Savvy Poem – Cracked Wallpaper Silly Adventure – Bunny Soup in Chilton

Silly-Savvy Poem – Night Thermos

Never been much of a night owl until this night. On this night, tonight, I can’t sleep. On this night, it’s so warm, I can smell the burning of the January heat. On this night, I give up on the sleep and get up to follow heat to the kitchen. I smell the burning of crusts,…

Savvy Article – Climatopause

Written in response to an article implying that climate change is responsible for hair loss in men. I’m feeling it: waves of anxiety run through my inners like slow-cutting knives; my golden-orange locks thin out, to make way for razor-blade edges of silver-white; and I’m all clammy, alternately baked hot and frozen cold, I’m nearly…

Savvy Article – Womenostop

Pause. Just pause for a moment – either mid-sentence, or mid-life, and consider this question. Why is the beast that brings upon womankind symptoms such as: hot flushes, extreme anxiety, over-thinking and short-term forgetfulness labelled the menopause? It’s got nothing to do with ‘men’, or with ‘pauses’, other than that it gives ‘men’ an excuse…

Hypocaust

In the middle, I stand, pushing down my insides, is to be whooshed over and over; whooshed by the waves, emanating up from the soles of one’s feet; tidal waves, quick and sudden; humongous waves that cross over one’s bowels,  stomach and heart, crushing them together into a bouncing ball, up and churning it   …

29: A Hat Day

What better thing to do on a windy and woefully wet Saturday, than a spot of hat modelling? One’s cluttered cloakroom shelf makes the ideal backdrop for the shoot! And, yes, I know it’s obvious that I’m doing my best to promote Suffolk Punch Comedy Club gigs, by wearing such a fabulous t-shirt!* But, I…

Menopause: Silly-Savvy Poem

I pause, just for a nanosecond, to consider the flaw in the word menopause. Isn’t it women, they such as I, that suffer from the pause? And what is this pause anyway? Do women just stop, rest awhile, and take the time to consider, as I – am doing – now – the flaw? The…

Laughter on Tap: Menstruation

It’s that time of the month again! And, no I’m not talking about my menstrual flow. I’m a middle-aged woman – give me a well-deserved break! It’s that time – first Wednesday of the month! Brewery Tap time! Time for a laugh with another of many hilarious Suffolk Punch Comedy Club gigs. I say, it’s…