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”
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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”
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 