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In Commiseration Of

All it takes for evil to flourish is for good people to do nothing. And here we are doing nothing. Doing nothing about. Trump. Doing nothing about. Allowing good people to be pushed, to be chained up, to be dragged away – faces to the ground. Allowing children to starve. Children to be imprisoned. ChildrenContinue reading “In Commiseration Of”

Flight

run when pursued by conclusions grasped by an abundance of wax filling in the voids within stacks of untruths shaped into realisation by sympathetic ears by Jay Cool, 12th April 2025

Unleashed

… all I can think about is my shed. And all I can see is …

Thinking

In a different life She would hold her own Be visible, viable and Verified. Not like now when she is different just for Thinking. By Jay Cool, Nov 2024 Image by 愚木混株 Cdd20 from Pixabay

Traction

To not attract the reactive type is to be nudged across the void and into the surety of old, wrinkly and non-tractable. By Jay Cool, January 2024 Image by Pexels from Pixabay

What it is to Be

To be or not is hardly the choice that according to some is the be or the not to be that it is to be. By Jay Cool, January 2024 Image by Rudy and Peter Skitterians from Pixabay

Upgradable

Able and graduated, he fills up at his usual steady pace, growing and expanding to bursting point, and I know what it is to vicariously deflate. By Jay Cool, 25th December, 2023

All is This

All is This This is all. All is this. This is. All. Image & text by Jay Cool, March 2023

Miseverstood

Quirky, odd, miseverstood, she clutches at the clouds that cuddle and clasp the cords that knot together the pylons that p u l l a p a r t the pieces of themselves with prancing. Words and image by Jay Cool, February 2023

The Man That is Me

The Man That Is Me Double-crumpled into U-bend,I find the man that was me,still is me – and with boots, rope and crampons –as keen as ever,I pull me up my neck and spine, finding my growing knobbles and sinking crevices peakingand troughing – perfectly purposed! Passing over the plateau of myself, I plant aContinue reading “The Man That is Me”