Stare back, she says when I say, They keep staring staring at me looking round the corner being sneaky spying on me Who? she says. Children, strange children, children looking at me while I play. Children who want to play, she says. So, I stare back, I stare back and they run away. Gone, IContinue reading “Stare Back”
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Lines drawn, bent, broken and crossed are re-straightened. Fixed and stubborn. Adults – not children – playing imaginary games. Living dangerously, I make up my own mind. And I straddle. By Jay Cool, March Image by PublicDomainPictures 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
Feeling All
Feeling all, feeling nothing well is nothing to be alarmed by, other than all the effort involved in feeling anything at all. By Jay Cool, January 2024 Image by Anja from Pixabay
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”
The Segmented Self
I slaughter the segment of myself that is so special, that at special times, it remains especially – and self-destructively – silent. by Jay Cool, December 2022
Wrong Words
I sit and smile and sit and smile but the words that leave me behind bear no witness to the me that sits and smiles. Sits and smiles. By Jay Cool, December 2022
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