Category Archives: writing

Therapist

I take her on a journey through the mess in my house: the sweet wrappers, looking pretty, with a shiny red glow; and the cereal boxes, turned in on themselves, and painted white; and the half-full bottles of spinach juice; the glitter sparkling; and the beige foundation – crumbling and sinking into salmon pink. SheContinue reading “Therapist”

To You For Whom They Are Made

‘Globe Trotter’ image courtesy of Pixabay.com Songs, unfinished. Novels, half-written. Journeys, unblogged. Poems, unrhymed. Words, mish-mashed. Randomness, untamed. Workocks, nirked. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, February 2019 Inspired by ‘Fishmonger’, by Marsden Hartley.

Macrophage

When my sanity shattered, and my soul gave up, I stood there and stared at the stars. A faraway fragment, a shard of my mind, did sparkle and shine, quite dazzling and fine. I watched it take form, as its eyeballs danced; saw it open its mouth and take up its stance. It captured andContinue reading “Macrophage”

Alternative Living

I live far, far away in a cold, cold cave. Curled up, warmed by a horse’s breath. Knowing that, in the morning, I will ride out on my mount and look down at passers by, feeling smug. Pitying them for their dull routines and their motorised lives, as women and men – both – droneContinue reading “Alternative Living”

Black Dog v Tulip Dance

Light-lidded sleep eludes me. Last night’s sleep was angry. I was shouting, shouting at the Black Dog; shouting at the Black Dog for making up lies. In the morning, I saw that the canine teeth were just the yellow, brown-stained fangs of an unbrushed-tyrannical humanoid. A man not a man; an invention, programmed to clingContinue reading “Black Dog v Tulip Dance”

House on the Hill

House on the hill stands three storeys proud, aloof and haughty, ignoring its lowly neighbours of two storeys, and pretending that its three storey copies are just shadows of itself, lurking, awaiting an invitation into existence – an invitation that is no more than mere fantasy. House on the hill is aware that it, too,Continue reading “House on the Hill”

Taking the Plunge

‘Channel’ image courtesy of Pixabay.com Everyday I plunge my hands in deeper; deeper into souped-up aluminium bubbles, and my fingers swim into exhaustion, sinking onto a bed of potato peel, carrot ends, soggy-sticky labels, spongy chunks, and skin cells. Peels, ends, labels, chunks and cells twirl and skip into plughole descent. But, only the cellsContinue reading “Taking the Plunge”

Shamelessly Marbellous

‘Marbles’ image courtesy of Pixabay Shamelessly, I practise my plies at the bus stop. Shamelessly, shameless, I sing ‘Tired of Sleeping’ in the shower. Not ashamed of anything, I dress in old lady’s attire: brown floral blouse, salmon pink tights, and comfy white shoes from Clarks. Shamelessly, I laugh at all the shams out there.Continue reading “Shamelessly Marbellous”

Enough As I Am

Inspired by the wise words of Meghan, The Duchess of Suffolk: ‘You are enough just as you are.’ The Royal Foot of Jay Cool, a Salopian, stepping out for a stroll in her Suffolk residence. You are enough, said my foot. You are appreciated for your fine taste in dressing me up in such beautiful royalContinue reading “Enough As I Am”

Satisfied

‘Coffee’ image courtesy of Pixabay.com Ginger. Memorable. Memorable in its orangeness. The orangeness of everyone’s favourite treat. The never-to-be-forgotten excitement of eating a full pack of Jaffa cakes – all sweet and moreish – by oneself. To be remembered for being ginger. Is to be satisfied. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019 Inspired byContinue reading “Satisfied”