Rage. Rageous. Raging it over. Rage could be of benefit to the most rageous of the enraged. By Jay Cool, February 2024
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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
Upgradable
Able and graduated, he fills up at his usual steady pace, growing and expanding to bursting point, and I know what it is to vicariously deflate. By Jay Cool, 25th December, 2023
All is This
All is This This is all. All is this. This is. All. Image & text by Jay Cool, March 2023
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
Some Old Man’s Bunion
I knew an old man with a bunion – it was true, it resembled an onion! Such long hairs did it sprout, that although it did pout, it wore plaits and became a Saint Trinian. By Jay Cool, August 2022 Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay
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