The Man That is Me

The Man That Is Me Double-crumpled into U-bend,I find the man that was me,still is me – and with boots, rope and crampons –as keen as ever,I pull me up my neck and spine, finding my growing knobbles and sinking crevices peakingand troughing – perfectly purposed! Passing over the plateau of myself, I plant aContinue reading “The Man That is Me”

The Divine Right of Monarchs?

Just how long is a person expected to glue themselves to the box today? And is it socially acceptable to shift oneself from the settee to tackle the overgrown lawn? Will my neighbours complain if I get happy with a strimmer? Do neighbours generally complain when a spot of gardening takes precedence over the funeralContinue reading “The Divine Right of Monarchs?”

Revealing Mr Larkin

Shadows of middle-age larking around within the mind of Philip, as he sees the elderly, mouths drooling, and is fearful of this watery reflection of skewed ripples, of the spades digging into his own disintegration. By Jay Cool, 18th August 2022 Inspired by snippets of Philip Larkin´s poetry, as featured on BBC Four´s Return toContinue reading “Revealing Mr Larkin”

Doddering

My garden fences being toppled by the high winds of Storm Dudley was only the start of it. A warning of the ferociousness of the storm to come. Today … the machine of destruction rolls in and over the right to be free from coercive dictators. Dragon fire. Death. Disaster. The price of fuel, aContinue reading “Doddering”