An old coal, gone white, c r u m b l e, shovelled into the expectation of an existence, that sees, only, the dust of its expiration. The exorcist, unexpectedly, finds a fleck of a white dust buried deep within her pit. She exhumes it. And it glows. Copyright owned by Jay Cool,Continue reading “Savvy Poem – The Exhumation”
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Silly Poem – Conwy
In the smallness of it, I lift up coffin lid and hide in the spaciousness of all that is mine for keeps. As, in grandeur, my ancestor, Edward I, looks down from his castle tower, perusing all that is his, whilst longing for his own little place in which to be. Copyright ownedContinue reading “Silly Poem – Conwy”
Savvy Poem – Misanthropy
I miss nothing about the trophy hunters who upcycle their own heads and mount them upon the renamed innovations of others. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, July 2019 Image by Elizabeth Ekman from Pixabay
45: Getting There!
So what’s happened in the interim? Where have posts 38 to 44 got to? Well, that’s an easy question to answer – posts 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43 and 44 are still in my ‘unpublished’ folder! At least, their titles or placeholders, are! In short, then with my head stuffed up with the mumbo-jumboContinue reading “45: Getting There!”
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 –Continue reading “Vestibule: A Savvy Poem”
Rufescent: A Cool-Red Poem
Confronted – a crook of a man too cool to be constant, all cooked up inside, and lacking a conscience – colours. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019 Image by Klaus Hausmann from Pixabay
34: Work Day
I go to work. I feel like One-Strike Filler. I return home and catch up with Love Island. So many One-Strike Fillers using their strikes up on others. I use up my one strike. on myself. No point in wastage! Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019 Quotidian: A Savvy PoemContinue reading “34: Work Day”
The Drilling: A Short Story
Crouching below the window-sill, I knew I couldn’t be seen. I couldn’t be seen and neither could I see out. It was best that way. To give into temptation and take a glance out, out at what might be lurking beyond, would have been tantamount to sending out an invitation – an invitation toContinue reading “The Drilling: A Short Story”
Formalisation: A Savvy Poem
To be on form is to be sensationalised. To be on form is not to be real. To be on form makes no sense of any kind of nonsensical nonsense and is – in a sense – completely and utterly senseless. And, no, I am not just a someone – a someone striving to beContinue reading “Formalisation: A Savvy Poem”
And God Sat Down
God got to the seventh day, but wasn’t happy – there at the end – on the fringes, so he took three and a half giant steps backwards and sat down to protect his space on a lump of sandstone rock, right there in the middle of Myddle, and he liked what he saw, so heContinue reading “And God Sat Down”
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