Savvy Poem – Enhancement

  Taking a chance, I burrow into the furrows of my freckle-spattered skin, digging out the white-grey hairs to display them, proudly, alongside any golden reminders of another me.   There are so many versions of myself, in evidence still – each one as worthy of existence, as the one before that lingers, hanging on…

Numinous: This Physical Thing

My stories are told from my toes; in the places between my joints, where vast expanses of sun-soaked-night sky are lit up by the flecks let loose from my mother bones; flecks, once broken, now holding their own – numinous. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019 Image by Johannes Plenio from Pixabay   Please read more…

The Drilling: A Short Story

  Crouching below the window-sill, I knew I couldn’t be seen. I couldn’t be seen and neither could I see out. It was best that way. To give into temptation and take a glance out, out at what might be lurking beyond, would have been tantamount to sending out an invitation – an invitation to…

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