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”
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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
Cravings
Caving in to my cravings, considering the consequences, is carelessly coquettish. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, December 2021
Looking Again at Christmas
Looking again, Boris considers, The fiction that is the Christmas that is different for others; the Christmas that is smaller somehow – smaller and even somewhat less than a day in the land, upon which he plods and ponders. Reconsidering, after taking into consideration his own situation, Boris zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzhhh…… SLEEPS. Copyright owned by Jay Cool,Continue reading “Looking Again at Christmas”
Living With Covid
Dreggy stomach. Confused head. Heavy arms. Covid spread? Back to bed? Changing tack. Stomach fed. No more qualms. And clear head. I stand. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Friday 17th December, 2021
Nasty Beets
A zillion jumping beetles, with some flair, play dodgems, and they do not care, `bout who did plant such seeds that grew. That grew and grew `til leaves anew tiered up and out as if they could be stands held out – as if they should be hosts to louts that leap about,Continue reading “Nasty Beets”
Wordinary
Words. Ordinary things that do the extraordinary. Copyright owned by Jay Cool
People Think
People Think People think, I think, but think I – what they think about me, probably, doesn`t matter. That is, if I even think about what they think about me at all. Copyright of text owned by Jay Cool, 9th September, 2021 Image by Prawny from Pixabay
Territorial
Fearless, oblivious, free from awareness of the gaze of the camera lens, it checks out it`s territory for intruders that matter. Copyright of text and photograph owned by Jay Cool, 6th September, 2021 Please read, enjoy and review further posts by Jay Cool: Mutation Microspread
A Nodding Acquaintance
He nods. She nods back, unsure. Does he know her? Does she know him? He looks familiar, doesn`t he? Still, she`s not sure. Still, she would feel better, more certain, if only, he had left her with – before he passed on by – sure, if only he had left her with the surety ofContinue reading “A Nodding Acquaintance”
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