Yellow Rose of Flanders

From the soles of my walking shoes, I shake you out and  s c a t t e r you. In my sole, a part of you remains.   I find a tool, dig you out, keep you close –   potted and thriving, you grace my front door.     Every day, on myContinue reading “Yellow Rose of Flanders”

A Purple Day with Wilfred Owen

Today. Today is an Essex day, and I, Jay Cool and would-be author, find myself in a Waterstone’s bookshop on a University campus. Okay, so Essex is a good-long distance West from Shropshire, and I’m claiming to be a Salopian. But, in this world of quick moves and fast travel, equipped with the tools ofContinue reading “A Purple Day with Wilfred Owen”