If I swallow myself, will I forever preserve all of the books I have read and not read? If the read books go straight through me, will the not-read books be digested slowly? If the words are sifted and sorted into the ordered files of my inner being, can they be mixed up; mixedContinue reading “Swallow and Spit”
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Amber Folk
‘amber folk sipping gold sun through skin’ (line 5 of ‘to be considered before inviting everyone to the cookout’ by Rasheed Copeland) Red, amber and green, and if you want the ultimate, go for purple and think not in amber. Amber is a middling goal, a goal parading as gold. To go for purpleContinue reading “Amber Folk”
Savvy Writing Tips – Grab a Word!
Stuck for something to write about? Grab a word – any word! Any word from anywhere! Grab it, attach it to screen or paper and go for it! Easy! Grab your word, e.g. take ‘stuck’, the first word in this post. Take ownership of the word. Water it and allow the word to grow! WhilstContinue reading “Savvy Writing Tips – Grab a Word!”
Embrace
Reaching out to still-retreating goal, I pull it back and yank it in. If I am a dozy-dreamer, I salute my vision and embrace it. I create this life. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, February 2019 Inspiration taken from the phrase ‘still-retreating goal’, line 12, of the poem ‘The Mortal Lease: II’, by EdithContinue reading “Embrace”
Trickling
As film-hazed eyes give up, quilted-thin mountains subside, and book-filled volcanoes erupt, spilling out pages of missed-words, that vi for last-chance attention, all imprint-hopes dashed and swept away by a trickle tumbling out of a corner-lip, and forming a hot-bubbling larva, pooling on a pillow, patiently awaiting for a rosy-pink snout to blast outContinue reading “Trickling”
About this blog …
A Salopian exile writes her way out of a dark and dingy sandstone cave … and ends up composing her best poems – accompanied by a pot of tea and a motley collection of portraits – whilst hogging a large table to herself, in a Prado Lounge Café.
A Salopian Contender for Hippocrates Prize!
Your favourite eccentric transforms her aches and pains into contenders for the Hippocrates Prize for Poetry and Medicine (somebody out there, peruse the other posts in ‘This Physical Thing’ category, i.e. take pity on the poor!). Copyright owned by Jay Cool, February 2019
Investment
To rise again is to stand up again, after the beast has shoved you over. And yet, you know – he’ll strike again; a shovel, greedy for more coal, for more fuel to keep him ticking. You rise up again, after the second shove, and the third, and the fourth and the fifth.Continue reading “Investment”
Coastal Drift
Sucked out of my cave, I am forced to drift on a coastal tour of changing appearances seagulls that metamorphose into layers of rock that fracture; flints that live on through bleeding hearts that drip and dry, becoming one with the sand that drifts into a child’s bucket and turns all palatial. IContinue reading “Coastal Drift”
Manipulable
A thickness about my waist reminds me now, of the enormous girth of an ancient oak tree, almost dead. My arms feel leaden, and I think of that same old oak tree – branches propped up by rods, as my arms descend into playdough rolls that – twist and thin to a p o iContinue reading “Manipulable”
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 