If being okay, calm and mellow, they think, is to be well. Then, to be well, I think, is to be a well being. To measure my own wellness, being a being, I pinch my skin; it feels like flesh, only mildy hairy, threaded through with purple veins and sprinkled over with freckles – easilyContinue reading “Ecstabeing”
Category Archives: This Physical Thing
Inflamed Toe
Crooked, cursed and cranky, my toe cries out, conspiratorially, as it collaborates with the tears of a conscience cut by critical commentaries of crimes never committed. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, February 2019 Influenced by Edward Bullmore’s book, ‘The Inflamed Mind: A Radical new approach to depression’ (Short Books, UK, 2018). Image of feet,Continue reading “Inflamed Toe”
Trickling
As film-hazed eyes give up, quilted-thin mountains subside, and book-filled volcanoes erupt, spilling out pages of missed-words, that vi for last-chance attention, all imprint-hopes dashed and swept away by a trickle tumbling out of a corner-lip, and forming a hot-bubbling larva, pooling on a pillow, patiently awaiting for a rosy-pink snout to blast outContinue reading “Trickling”
A Salopian Contender for Hippocrates Prize!
Your favourite eccentric transforms her aches and pains into contenders for the Hippocrates Prize for Poetry and Medicine (somebody out there, peruse the other posts in ‘This Physical Thing’ category, i.e. take pity on the poor!). Copyright owned by Jay Cool, February 2019
Decapitated
Ibuprofen. Take it. That’ll do it. But … Take it. I take it. Needles. Curved and hooked, curl themselves around my gums and up. Up, up, up and into my cheekbones, pricking the rings of my eyes. It doesn’t do it. Fill it. Take out the old. And fill it with new. Fill it. That’llContinue reading “Decapitated”
A Bod with a Mish-Mash that’s Wrong
{Insanity given sanction by a reading of Edwards Lear’s poem ‘The Dong with a Luminous Nose’.} ‘Spheres’ image from Pixabay.com When my body does shake and my mish-mash goes pong Under the boxes of ticks and the strain, I take to the pen and I scribble all day ’bout the thoughts that take over myContinue reading “A Bod with a Mish-Mash that’s Wrong”
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 