Category Archives: writing

In the Fullness of My Mind

My mind being full, I am no less than its whole, and no more than that, there being no scope for overflow, no gutters, pipes or drains to wash away the fullness of me. There are, of course, fools with less, who will fear, always, the completeness of the fullness of the minds of theContinue reading “In the Fullness of My Mind”

Feet Filling

Sound squealing into his head, drowning out all sense of self and beingness; he lies on his back, sticks his feet up and into the sound, into the squeal, seeking to fill up some of the space of sound with the bones and flesh of toes, soles, tendons and heels, that may, or may notContinue reading “Feet Filling”

Not Nothing

  We bat away the fog and walk through onslaughts pulling out the arrows and battling on, knowing that to                   stand by and to say nothing, in the knowledge of the wrongs committed by those who know everything, but see nothing, would be wrong, even thoughContinue reading “Not Nothing”

Misalignment

Has to be someone who won’t toe the line; someone with a brain that won’t align its views and ambitions with those in time who see a ladder and recklessly climb.   Who is that someone who will not follow fish hijacking views not easy to swallow?   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, March 2019Continue reading “Misalignment”

Today: A Poem Inspired by Matt Haig

Disclaimer: If you choose to purchase, via the link to Amazon, the book associated with this poem, I will receive a commission – at no cost to yourself. Today. Today, as I await my special breakfast, my special for-being-a-mother breakfast, I will read all of the books I bought yesterday – well, perhaps just oneContinue reading “Today: A Poem Inspired by Matt Haig”

Mindfulness

My mind is full of the things I mind about, and I mind. Mind you, to have less in my head of the things I mind about would be to be something less than myself, and that I really would mind. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, March 2019 Image by cocoparisienne from Pixabay

Resignation

  A sign. May offers to resign. But, only if MPs accept her design. May’s not a loss, but why toe the line, if to give her the toss, we’ll swap her for twine?   Even if Donald has excellent thighs, why tie up our produce in a tangle of lies?   Copyright owned byContinue reading “Resignation”

Exonerated

False. All made up. All made up and fixed up. All the words that blow out of my mouth. All bubbles, airborne and popping, leaving nothing. No untruths, no fairy tales, no collaborative cock-up with Putin. All filled up, popped up and emptied, I leave you with my nothingness. An empty space –     Continue reading “Exonerated”

Something Important

Today, she is told; today, she is surplus to requirements; no longer required in the gap between the squeeze to make a profit. Squished and squashed, until she can slip through the gap unscathed, she lands – plop – into a freshly-ploughed field. Fertilised, nourished and watered, she feels, for the first time, that sheContinue reading “Something Important”

Tape With A Heart

Turns out that to be approaching fifty is to be backtracking to forty, taking a look at the unpaid-for mortgage, and trying to fast-forward to sixty, before being trapped somewhere in the                                                Continue reading “Tape With A Heart”