Waves. Waves walking towards me as I sit drinking tea at a pub by the sea Thinking about fish running beneath the surface of the Milky swirl of the tea as I swish my teaspoon around Making whirlpools Kites ripple and twirl around in the seaContinue reading “Pakefield Sea Front”
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Golden Eggs
Eggs sizzling in the rivers of fat from the bacon, sausages and black pudding of others As they pile on the pounds that threaten to consume them, to suck them into their own vortex, their own centre of gravity, the iris of the self. A black dot contracting and expanding.Continue reading “Golden Eggs”
A Walk in the Grounds of Cornwallis Arms
Cracked white paint on a traffic pylon, parading as Queen Elizabeth’s cement filled pock marked face. Black paint speckled with green mould and a leafless twig coiled around it, like a dead arm clinging to an iron bed-post. A black shiny duck’s head with freckles of bottle green, like a snooker ball wearingContinue reading “A Walk in the Grounds of Cornwallis Arms”
Fear
A large modern house with dormer windows protruding from an expansive roof, peering over tall brick walls designed to put off the nosy. A coughing, spluttering heavy goods vehicle hurtling towards me. A ‘For Sale’ sign attached to the front garden post of the ‘mansion’. A tightly wrinkledContinue reading “Fear”
Imagining Myself to be a Poet
Imagining myself to be a poet Baby cradled in one arm I wait for a flash of inspiration Words seem to peel off my other arm In strips, skin curling upwards, Turning into crisps My toddler picks one up and eats it –Continue reading “Imagining Myself to be a Poet”
Tittling Toupees at The Tap
Suffolk Punch Comedy Club’s 1st Birthday (and the cake that our compere, PJ, did not bake for the punters) What better way to celebrate Suffolk Punch Comedy Club’s first birthday than with …. Gavin Milnethorpe? No, not with Gavin – not yet awhile anyhow. First stop’s the bar. No woman in herContinue reading “Tittling Toupees at The Tap”
An Exotic Photo-Shoot at The Tap
Well, I’m back (again!) Back from an inspection of the loos at The Brewery Tap (plenty of bog roll!). And, I ‘m standing back, standing back with the rest of the punters in the Tap; standing back to make room for the crane that’s been sent in to lift Jason Ventris out of hisContinue reading “An Exotic Photo-Shoot at The Tap”
Pumping it Up with Jason Ventris in Hollywood
Back. I’m back at the Tap; I know what I want, what I really, really want; but I’m not a Spice Girl and I’m not disappointed. I’m all psyched up, pint of mango cider in hand, and I’m really feeling it! (CHECK OUT THIS SPACE FOR COOL PIC OF JAY IN GINGER SPICE GEAR –Continue reading “Pumping it Up with Jason Ventris in Hollywood”
Back to the Myddle: Day Nine of an Ancestral Adventure
Back to the Myddle: Day Nine of an Ancestral Adventure Sunday. Sudbury. Sunday in Sudbury? Why not? ********************************************** “Yes, I there possibly is a cave”! advised the friendly shop manager in ‘At The Myddle’. “But I’m not entirely certain, because I’ve just moved in! I’ll ask around!” “Yes, there is a cave near here somewhere!” proclaimedContinue reading “Back to the Myddle: Day Nine of an Ancestral Adventure”
Back to the Myddle: Day Eight of an Ancestral Adventure
Back to the Myddle: Day Eight of an Ancestral Adventure Reclamation. Whether I be at home in Shropshire or in Suffolk is a dilemma that can only be solved by checking out my territory – by a full survey of my lands and properties. I can’t believe that I once stood in a classroom, zoning out theContinue reading “Back to the Myddle: Day Eight of an Ancestral Adventure”
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 