Mental. Social stigma. Be open, discuss and share. People will get it and you won’t regret it. When the powerful know they have you ensnared. You’ve been opened, read, pinned, labelled and bookmarked. Stigmatised, stamped on, crushed, dried, composted, buried, rotated, and s c a t t e r e d … The many seedsContinue reading “Stigmental”
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A Sunday Stretch
Waking up to the sun, I think I should go for a walk. But, I don’t. Instead, I bring the sun into my home and my being. To go magenta red, or mango orange? Big decision. I mix the magenta with the mango and shake. No decision needed. I emerge from pink pool at oneContinue reading “A Sunday Stretch”
Thursday Thoughts
On this day, this ordinary Thursday, I find myself stuck for inspiration. My head tells me to write about gripes and grudges – and all the grizzly gunge that grieves me, but I feel that such things, in the era of the mindful, would likely be minded, by those who mind a lot about theContinue reading “Thursday Thoughts”
Mountains of Moments
Mountains upon mountains of clothing, moments of a life mounting up in my lounge. We trundle up the mountains paths, my daughter and I, leaving our footprints in the rubble, seeking to pick apart the pieces, to pull away the threads the threads that hold together the fabric of a childhood past. MomentaryContinue reading “Mountains of Moments”
Toodling at The Tap: Comedy Review
Adam. First man on Earth. And, first comedian on the billing at The Brewery Tap this evening. I’m surprised when Adam starts on about all the psychology books he’s read. Psychology being mostly about individual behaviour, its hardly something a one and only would need to read up on. With all the time and spaceContinue reading “Toodling at The Tap: Comedy Review”
Fed By Ashes: Part 1 of a Long-Short story
‘Useless!’ she yelled, hurling my precious beans out of our kitchen window. Somehow, I’d had the distinct impression that Stepmother was referring to me, rather than my beans ‘Make sure you give me back the change!’ she had barked. ‘Don’t go spending your father’s hard-earned money on yourself!’ In my view, though, if Stepmother wasContinue reading “Fed By Ashes: Part 1 of a Long-Short story”
Fragility
If ‘butterflies are too fragile to hold’ (*), then why do we treat our fellow humans so roughly? Why does the woman, seeing her lover’s eyes glance at perceived beauty, find herself accidentally brushing against a protruding elbow, causing a spillage, and an ensuing scene? Why doesn’t, she too, make eyes and smile withContinue reading “Fragility”
The Way Through: SSS Politics
‘Can we find a way through this?’ she asks. A rhetorical question, requiring no response. ‘We have a duty’, and ‘I believe that leaving the EU is the right way!’ Strange, as she was the one who voted to stay! I say the ‘one’, as she requires no other voice but her own. The ‘People’sContinue reading “The Way Through: SSS Politics”
Maintenance: Poem
To maintain appearances, it’s best to blend in; if bright like a rainbow, you’ll end up in the bin. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019 Image by RitaE from Pixabay
A Something Poem – Master of The Wait
Being ginger, I last longer, even longer than the old Duracell batteries, because the idea of me, is far, far older than the idea of the battery, and having been around for so long, I’ve had so much longer to learn, and to master, all that there can possibly be to master. To master allContinue reading “A Something Poem – Master of The Wait”
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 