A memoir from my schooldays …. Whilst I look at you, paying attention, you think, really I am elsewhere, paying attention, and I don’t think. I don’t think of the knowledge you think you are sharing with me, but I do think, and with thinking, I pay attention to the fact that my kneesContinue reading “Attentive Attentiveness”
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Just Time
Just time. Just time in which to write. To write about having six minutes left. Six minutes left to write about something before midnight. Midnight or midlife, for me, the day is still young enough to take more of what I have to give to it – more of my thoughts about what itContinue reading “Just Time”
From Where I’m Looking
Image by satynek from Pixabay From here, the way I see it, is that the rest of the world has got itself all fluffed up over nothing. Where’s the pleasure in climbing high, at always looking out for more money for tomorrow? Why not enjoy the day? Today, you have friends. Tomorrow, in theContinue reading “From Where I’m Looking”
April
In April, I reach my forty-ninth milestone. In April, I am already too young to be cost-effective. In April, I celebrate my usefulness to myself. In April, I become myself. In April, I write and write and write. In April, I blossom into a youth that is me. In April, I am. CopyrightContinue reading “April”
Seven Lovers for Seven Laughs: Suffolk Comedy Club Review – March 2019
Disclaimer: At the foot of this post, are image links through to Amazon. If you choose to purchase a product, I will receive a commission at no cost to yourself. Variety. I’m back for another evening of laughs, with The Suffolk Punch Comedy Club, at The Brewery Tap. And PJ’s really gone to town onContinue reading “Seven Lovers for Seven Laughs: Suffolk Comedy Club Review – March 2019”
Feeling Real Fine
I lift myself up, up, up, up, and away, flying higher than high, and, somehow, it is done without trampling on anyone. Yes, it is possible to fly unaided. And, unbolstered by your underpinnings, by your transient base of ashes, I soar, on and on, soaring into infinity, everlasting and feeling, at last, but notContinue reading “Feeling Real Fine”
Second Happiest
If this is the second happiest place, then where is the first? And surely, then, if there is a first, there must be a first star, and, above that, a first double-star. To my mind, that makes Babergh the fourth happiest place. What the papers don’t say, however, in courtesy to Babergh,Continue reading “Second Happiest”
Gaslit
Gas attempts to infiltrate via the gaps between flashes of my thoughts, gut the gaps, being gaps, are gapless. Gas, failing to infiltrate, instead up ……………… and I shine across ————————–> borders. me lights Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019 Image by calimiel from Pixabay
Roller Coaster Toxicity
Twenty-three years of riding, elevated up and dropped right down; in the twenty-fourth year, I go coastal, and the sand in my bucket maintains my shape. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019 Image by stokpic from Pixabay
Savvy Poem – Hands in My Pockets
Inspired by a fellow-blogger’s post. ‘Take your hands out of your pockets,’ she barks, pocket-like. ‘Stand up straight and don’t slouch!’ Alarmed, my hair stands up, shock-like. Fearful, my stomach shrinks into itself and my shoulders roll, as my eyes fall out of their sockets and bounce onto the classroom floor. My hands become awareContinue reading “Savvy Poem – Hands in My Pockets”
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