Quintessence

I quit. And in the quitting, I squint in the sunlight, and find, that at last, I make sense.       Copyright owned by Jay Cool, July 2019   Featured image from Pixabay.com  

49: Sad

Disclaimer: If you decide to purchase a featured product, via one of the image links, I will receive a commission from Amazon at no extra cost to yourself. Seven working days to go and they ain’t half dragging! Sure, a part of me is sad – I have been in this job for twenty-three years…

Vestibule: A Savvy Poem

  Making my entrance, I felt proud. I was in a trance, to be fair – a daydream! A dream in which I felt appreciated, a dream in which the face that looked like mine had a purpose.   When the enchantment ended, I was loud. to be fair, then I was disturbed and –…

10: Boss-Free

Another day over. Am I wishing my life away? No, I’m counting down the days until my life starts again. Life minus the boss. Perhaps I shouldn’t knock it; the boss pays, and I can’t say that my inbox is full of demands for my services as a savvy freelance writer. Is it the savvy…

9: Floats & Giggles

It’s silly, but … … now that I know I’m leaving, that there’s an end in sight, I’m actually quite enjoying my job. A strange phenomenon that I’m putting down to relief. The anxiety has lifted and I’m feeling all floaty. All floaty, happy and even a little bit (a lot) giggly! This morning, I…

3: A Diary

Okay, so I’m still currently in employment, but by being up and blogging at 2.44 am, I am demonstrating my commitment to the cause. Yesterday, I achieved a record number of 198 views on this blog site. Yes, it is true that my target was to reach 200, but I nearly got there! So, don’t knock…

1: A Diary

  I’ve done it! Volunteered myself for redundancy and signed on the dotted line. Redundancy seems a poor choice of word, and totally inadequate for a process that involves stepping into my new life; a life in which I will be anything but redundant, anything but a spare. In this life, I will be working…

Full Coverage: A Savvy Poem

Cover me up, he says Nothing short, nothing cropped, and nothing tight.   Wanting to please, and wanting to cover up, to reserve myself – just for him, I buy it big and wear it baggy.   Hold it in, he says. I told you, didn’t I? I told you not to show; to show…

More: A Savvy Poem

No more. No more do I want any more. More would be less, from my mooring point. Take me out. Untie me. Unleash me. Let me be more of nothing more than the more of me. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2019 Image by Arek Socha from Pixabay

The Long Moment

  Longing for a long moment to come to be shorter, he demands to know, ‘How long?’ and receives no reply, just the elongating sound of silence, stretching out, out and stabbing into his head, his thoughts, his freedom to remain encapsulated and undisturbed, and his freedom to be momentarily himself, a freedom now lost forever…