Inspired by the advice of a well-wisher … You haven’t got a chance!’ she declares. ‘Not a chance to make a living as a writer! Even the best writers have another job!’ Still, I don’t listen and don’t want to hear. Still, I take my chances. Why can’t the other job? I think. Continue reading “Perchance: Making it as a Writer”
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Being Bad: A Good Friday Poem
Inspired by an unholy article … Being good on a Friday entails: stifling a yawn; washing up the dishes; mowing a parent’s lawn; reading an article called ‘I used to be a lesbian’ in a holy magazine; and deciding to be tee-total bore! Being bad on a Friday entails: yawning with mouth wide open;Continue reading “Being Bad: A Good Friday Poem”
A Dotty Dance: Silly Questions
If eyes are hidden behind curtain of overgrown fringe, are they really there? If spots are hidden behind sheets of yellow-brown foundation, do they really exist? Or have the eyes, and the spots, departed from this world and entered another? Do they dance the tango together, in an alternative existence, in celebration of their dottyContinue reading “A Dotty Dance: Silly Questions”
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. MomentaryContinue reading “Mountains of Moments”
Maintenance: Poem
To maintain appearances, it’s best to blend in; if bright like a rainbow, you’ll end up in the bin. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019 Image by RitaE from Pixabay
A Something Poem – Master of The Wait
Being ginger, I last longer, even longer than the old Duracell batteries, because the idea of me, is far, far older than the idea of the battery, and having been around for so long, I’ve had so much longer to learn, and to master, all that there can possibly be to master. To master allContinue reading “A Something Poem – Master of The Wait”
Just Time
Just time. Just time in which to write. To write about having six minutes left. Six minutes left to write about something before midnight. Midnight or midlife, for me, the day is still young enough to take more of what I have to give to it – more of my thoughts about what itContinue reading “Just Time”
April
In April, I reach my forty-ninth milestone. In April, I am already too young to be cost-effective. In April, I celebrate my usefulness to myself. In April, I become myself. In April, I write and write and write. In April, I blossom into a youth that is me. In April, I am. CopyrightContinue reading “April”
Tape With A Heart
Turns out that to be approaching fifty is to be backtracking to forty, taking a look at the unpaid-for mortgage, and trying to fast-forward to sixty, before being trapped somewhere in the Continue reading “Tape With A Heart”
Batted
Disclaimer: This post is primarily to share my own poetry, but it does contain an affiliate link to a poetry collection by John Gallaher. If you choose to purchase Gallaher’s book, I will receive a commission at no cost to yourself. ‘What’s it like to be a bat?’ he asks. And then, before I canContinue reading “Batted”
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 