‘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”
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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”
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”
What do I buy so many books?
‘Narrative’, courtesy of Pixabay.com Why do I buy so many books; far more than I can read? The answer’s simple, you will see; a look is all I need! I spy The Catch (1) upon the shelf; of Smith’s in Colchester. I did not come for this to buy, so why not let it rest?Continue reading “What do I buy so many books?”
Falling Through
‘Teddy’ image courtesy of Pixabay.com Was anyone looking when I fell through my brain, fell out of the bottom and down my throat into my stomach? Did anyone help when I tried to climb back up and away from the swirling quagmire but fell back down? Will anyone know that I am still here standing,Continue reading “Falling Through”
Not Enough
‘Morning Walk’ photograph by Jay Cool Not enough dreams or sunsets, not enough full moons or early morning walks, not enough laughter to pave the journey, not enough poetry or stories, or enough time to write one’s own, not enough blankets to keep in the thoughts, or enough of anything that is enough. But, nevertheless,Continue reading “Not Enough”
Wild Thing
Do I have to be a something to be a something to be remembered? Will the world carry on ahead, with all the somebodies who have been something? Is that something? Am I something? Is it something just to be me? Wild. Wild in a wilderness of somebodies. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019Continue reading “Wild Thing”
The Geography of Myself
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Myself has migrated, leaving hints of itself, in old towns and locations, where it used to be. In the dirt floor of a sandstone cave, in the soil of a grandfather’s vegetable garden, in the cracks of a concrete driveway, in the drains of a tarmacked road, and in the cornersContinue reading “The Geography of Myself”
Pointlessness
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com Days escalate towards my end. At the end, will I remember me? Is there a point? Am I less or more than my end? When did I start? Will my end be like my start? Forgotten? Will I be less than the point of me? Is less more? A start? CanContinue reading “Pointlessness”
Free Movement
I had a dream. A dream that moved me. A dream about movement – about freedom. The freedom to move; to be moving and maintaining; maintaining one’s person in a public place: peeling one’s toe nails in a business meeting; picking one’s bogies whilst delivering a speech; plucking one’s mole hairs in company with aContinue reading “Free Movement”
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