At the end of the page I put my hand up and told, “I’ve finished the page, Miss! What do I do now?” “Stop shouting out!” she shouted. “And don’t ask silly questions!” So, I sat there for a while, not knowing what next to do. “Keep writing!” shouted Miss. “No-one’s told you to stop.”Continue reading “Squashed In Between”
Category Archives: Beyond My Myddle
Let Me Believe
Mortgages and wages and pensions are but pennies to be dished out in alleyways; out and into the woolly-pavement hat of a homeless bidder. Keys clanging, I go forth into my own future, in search of my not-quite-paid-up-for car. Croaking and spluttering, it, and I, start, spit and pause awhile, chewing on our hopesContinue reading “Let Me Believe”
Lobbed
“What goes on inside your head?” says she. My head? I consider heading off the question, so I do. I laugh, and head off up the corridor, keeping up appearances, not being quite right, not being at all right, not being right – in my head. Screwed up paper, a massive ball of it,Continue reading “Lobbed”
Over and Out
Overly ordinary and ordered, I go on in an orderly fashion, and then I order myself over and out of it. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, March 2019 Image by realworkhard on Pixabay.com
Ticked Off!
Do I want the tick, or does the tick want me? Do I earn it, or do I run from it? If I run to it and if I sit on it, will it tip me up and suck me in? Will the sides be so steep that I’ll never return? Like the tick inContinue reading “Ticked Off!”
Monday Thoughts
On Monday, I tried to avoid Tuesday. So many things to do, work-related things, on Monday, today, my day off work! On Monday, I did Tuesday’s work, thinking to get it out of the way, dispose of it, to make Tuesday, my work-day, better! On Monday, Tuesday’s work done, I popped anContinue reading “Monday Thoughts”
Is this the time?
Is this the time? I ask myself. Is this the time to write my part? Am I too late to make my mark, to give up work and make a start? And, if I choose to make that start, will I finish before I part? Is there a time? I ask myself. A time toContinue reading “Is this the time?”
Carsuming
Your car consumes me. I get in and it rolls backwards down the drive before I’ve even shut the door, trying to take me with it, trying to swallow me, but failing. Failure rises up from the floor, trying to nip me, trying to grab another chance to mix me in with its tides ofContinue reading “Carsuming”
Mum of the Moment
‘Leafy scarf of Rust-Brown Silk’ by Jay Cool Grey-coated with leafy scarf of rust-brown silk and brooch of oyster pearls framing dark-brown curls, cycling over concrete of autumns gone. I see her. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2018
Back and Out
Boxed in. Your letters, your handiwork, your loving endearments, underlined with rage, with jealousy and possession. Sent to me, not to be uplifted, not to sit proud – up there on my shelf. Not that. Sent, instead, with intention; the intention to download, to crush, to weigh me down, to hold me in servitudeContinue reading “Back and Out”
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