Storm Diary 1 – Pathetic?

Friday 6th March 2020 Panic buying. The new crime. As I stand in the queue at Sainsbury’s, I fall victim to the scorn of another shopper (a healthy-looking young man!) who’s sharing exchanges with the cashier about the stupid people who are choosing to stock up, in lieu of a Coronavirus lock-in. ‘Pathetic!’ agrees the…

Savvy Writing Tips – How to Write a Whole Book

Okay, so I did it. Not only have I, for the first time, written more than six chapters of a book, I have actually finished the thing. Incredible! How? After a day of sulking with myself about being a waster, i.e. never finishing any of my grand book-writing schemes, I asked myself why? Why is…

Savvy Poem – This is Important

Stop! Go away! Shut up! It’s not going to make me any faster, if you keep shouting at me… … if you keep telling me to get ready! It’s not going to make me any faster, if you tell me to brush my teeth, or find my PE kit. I’ve still got to get ready,…

Savvy Poem – Port Dinorwic

  A shadow of a boy hazy slings slate to the seas skimming off only the scum of a slither of a second. A scene snapped.     Copyright owned by Jay Cool, August 4th, 2019   Savvy Diary – The Torture Savvy Article – Boris & Donald Savvy Book – Fuse

Mountains of Moments

  Mountains upon mountains of clothing, moments of a life mounting up in my lounge. We trundle up the mountains paths, my daughter and I, leaving our footprints in the rubble, seeking to pick apart the pieces, to pull away the threads the threads that hold together the fabric of a childhood past.   Momentary…

Failing to Make The Crumble

  Time cut short by a pinch, the butter, once destined for a child’s bag of ingredients, fails to make the crumble. And it s l i t h e r s down a kitchen cabinet, greasing a wooden door, and slodge-piling onto a vinyl floor, as a mother’s feet, weary from a once-broken toe,…

The Long Moment

  Longing for a long moment to come to be shorter, he demands to know, ‘How long?’ and receives no reply, just the elongating sound of silence, stretching out, out and stabbing into his head, his thoughts, his freedom to remain encapsulated and undisturbed, and his freedom to be momentarily himself, a freedom now lost forever…