Is this the time? I ask myself. Is this the time to write my part? Am I too late to make my mark, to give up work and make a start? And, if I choose to make that start, will I finish before I part? Is there a time? I ask myself. A time toContinue reading “Is this the time?”
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And God Sat Down
God got to the seventh day, but wasn’t happy – there at the end – on the fringes, so he took three and a half giant steps backwards and sat down to protect his space on a lump of sandstone rock, right there in the middle of Myddle, and he liked what he saw, so heContinue reading “And God Sat Down”
The Inflamed Mind: Book Review
*Disclosure: I only review books that I have selected for my own enjoyment, and the views expressed are, therefore, even if a little batty, completely genuine. You need to be aware, though, that this review has an affiliate link, meaning that if you click through to Amazon and choose to make a purchase, I willContinue reading “The Inflamed Mind: Book Review”
Carsuming
Your car consumes me. I get in and it rolls backwards down the drive before I’ve even shut the door, trying to take me with it, trying to swallow me, but failing. Failure rises up from the floor, trying to nip me, trying to grab another chance to mix me in with its tides ofContinue reading “Carsuming”
Ecstabeing
If being okay, calm and mellow, they think, is to be well. Then, to be well, I think, is to be a well being. To measure my own wellness, being a being, I pinch my skin; it feels like flesh, only mildy hairy, threaded through with purple veins and sprinkled over with freckles – easilyContinue reading “Ecstabeing”
Mum of the Moment
‘Leafy scarf of Rust-Brown Silk’ by Jay Cool Grey-coated with leafy scarf of rust-brown silk and brooch of oyster pearls framing dark-brown curls, cycling over concrete of autumns gone. I see her. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2018
Back and Out
Boxed in. Your letters, your handiwork, your loving endearments, underlined with rage, with jealousy and possession. Sent to me, not to be uplifted, not to sit proud – up there on my shelf. Not that. Sent, instead, with intention; the intention to download, to crush, to weigh me down, to hold me in servitudeContinue reading “Back and Out”
Futility
Words fall, sticking fast to my feet – pieces of double-sided stickiness. I try to pull them off, tugging at them. Fingers, sticking to words, sticking to my feet. No way of sorting, assembling or synthesising the words into sentences or any semblance of sense, or senselessness; and seeing the futility, feeling sensible andContinue reading “Futility”
Laughter on Location in Lamarsh
To be honest, I feel a tad inconvenienced that I, Jay Cool, have been summoned to a comedy gig in Lamarsh. Not that I’ve got anything against village folk, but as you know, I, Jay Cool, am more than a little partial to the mango cider available at my local – Sudbury’s Brewery Tap! Also,Continue reading “Laughter on Location in Lamarsh”
Inflamed Toe
Crooked, cursed and cranky, my toe cries out, conspiratorially, as it collaborates with the tears of a conscience cut by critical commentaries of crimes never committed. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, February 2019 Influenced by Edward Bullmore’s book, ‘The Inflamed Mind: A Radical new approach to depression’ (Short Books, UK, 2018). Image of feet,Continue reading “Inflamed Toe”
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