My stories are told from my toes;
in the places between my joints, where
vast expanses of sun-soaked-night sky
are lit up by the flecks let loose from my mother bones;
flecks, once broken, now holding their own –
numinous.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019
Image by Johannes Plenio from Pixabay
Please read more words of wisdom by Jay Cool:
Getting Out of Day Job 33: Grated Orange
Sun-Fuelled on the A134
Seconds of Seconds in the month of May – and Still Standing!
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Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.
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