The Travesty of The Ping

Locked in for eight days; just two more to go, before setting foot on the – Not yet. Not even one foot in and the other one out, and yet, today, I hear, not from the app, but from a voice transmitted upon radio waves: “It is not illegal, people must remember, to go outContinue reading “The Travesty of The Ping”

Lockdown Dance

Lockdown Dance Lonely in lockdown I keep company with the colours of the many versions of myself, all of them, dancing, wriggling, moving and shifting, adjusting to a new idea of what it is to be alive and thriving a life-force, freeing themselves up from the conventions of what it once was to be constrained,Continue reading “Lockdown Dance”

`Measly, Nasty Cut`

‘Measly, Nasty Cut‘ With ease, he calls it measly, a nasty, nasty cut, but how can a cut be measly, when a cut is a lot less than a gash? Copyright of poem owned by Jay Cool, November 2020 Written in response to a response (quoted from a guest on Channel 4 News, 7pm, NovContinue reading “`Measly, Nasty Cut`”

Tiers

Tiers Wedding cakes, ra-ra skirts and playhouses; scrumptious, trendy and entertaining. Layers and layers of fun. Tough tiers? Restrictive, lonely, dull. Necessary. Piling up. Mounting layers, upon layers, upon layers of creativity. Individual, multi-faceted, oodles and oodles of fun. The self, unrestricted. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Nov 26, 2020 Image by Natalie White fromContinue reading “Tiers”

Scrunch

Scrunch Disgust. Scrunch. Wrinkle. A mistake, a mere typo, a masterpiece, rejected by its author, scrunched up tight and thrown at Unwashed hair, with frizzy ends and greasy roots, scrunched up into a top-knot to A scrunched up nose, wrinkled, its wearer`s disgust disguised by And all of it with no need for any ofContinue reading “Scrunch”

A Different Way

A Different Way Looking for a way through, she sees a Different sign beckoning pointing showing her the way to go the right way for such as she is the right way for the different but it looks busy too much traffic people crowding, following, trampling over each other in their eagerness to be theContinue reading “A Different Way”