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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

Doddering

My garden fences being toppled by the high winds of Storm Dudley was only the start of it. A warning of the ferociousness of the storm to come. Today … the machine of destruction rolls in and over the right to be free from coercive dictators. Dragon fire. Death. Disaster. The price of fuel, aContinue reading “Doddering”

Time Well-Spent

Days tumbling in on me, knocking me flat, and burying me in spent time. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January, 2022 Header image from pixabay.com

Obligatory – New Year

Is it new, to celebrate the start of a year in which one becomes older? Does the angst of youth miraculously dissipate, or does it accelerate until it can no longer be retained by the brittle shell of depletion? Copyright of Jay Cool´s thoughts owned by Jay Cool, Saturday 1st January, 2022.

Rebuff

They had nothing to do with each other. Not really. Nothing in the way of communication passed between them, although one, it could be argued, was a regular guest of the other. Not by way of invitation; but more in the way of a gatecrasher. Although to use the word gatecrasher might seem to implyContinue reading “Rebuff”

#LifeDrawingLive

Spent a happy few hours colouring in this drawing, inspired by Sunday evening`s #LifeDrawingLive – the BBC art show presented by Joe Lycett. I never got the attraction of colouring books, in which the consumer takes pleasure out of colouring in drawings and patterns produced by someone else. But adding the colour to my ownContinue reading “#LifeDrawingLive”

Jumping Flea Beetles

So much for a lie-in. I`m wide awake at 6.40am, unable to return to my slumbers for fear of the multitudes of little menaces that might, during the night, have taken advantage of my absence to get stuck in. I can see them now, tucking into their third or fourth breakfast of the most tastyContinue reading “Jumping Flea Beetles”