Failing to Make The Crumble

  Time cut short by a pinch, the butter, once destined for a child’s bag of ingredients, fails to make the crumble. And it s l i t h e r s down a kitchen cabinet, greasing a wooden door, and slodge-piling onto a vinyl floor, as a mother’s feet, weary from a once-broken toe,…

Minpreself

Be mindful. Be in the moment. Live only in the present and  present yourself to the world. I present myself: a wonky mouth, a turned-in knee, a painful toe and a few grey hairs and I like it. And the books that surround me, piled up on desks, in tubs and in corners like what…

Dobabod

  It’s odd to have a bod. It’s not that it’s a bad bod. It’s just that it really is a bit of a to do to have to nod – at something so odd!   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, March 2019 ‘Man’ image courtesy of Prawny on Pixabay.com

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 – easily…

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,…

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 out…

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

Decapitated

Ibuprofen. Take it. That’ll do it. But … Take it. I take it. Needles. Curved and hooked, curl themselves around my gums and up. Up, up, up and into my cheekbones, pricking the rings of my eyes. It doesn’t do it. Fill it. Take out the old. And fill it with new. Fill it. That’ll…

A Bod with a Mish-Mash that’s Wrong

{Insanity given sanction by a reading of Edwards Lear’s poem ‘The Dong with a Luminous Nose’.} ‘Spheres’ image from Pixabay.com When my body does shake and my mish-mash goes pong Under the boxes of ticks and the strain, I take to the pen and I scribble all day ’bout the thoughts that take over my…