October cold nips at thighs and calves. I wrap them, tuck them in, try to be at one with the shape of my chair. It’s a swivel chair. Once shaped, will I be able to twist, turn and spin into takeoff? And, once airborne, will I be able to land? Or, will that be meContinue reading “Silly Poem – Winter’s Approach”
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Salt Waves
‘East Hill, Sudbury’ by Jay Cool [Inspired by a walk up East Hill, in inland Sudbury, after partaking of an excellent brew in Prado Lounge.] Dirty docks, seagulls and chips, fishing nets, trawlers and tankers, drunken sailors and fishermen leering and lurching at ladies, whilst lurking in bars with their pints. Beaches of pebbles, jarringContinue reading “Salt Waves”
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 