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  

Switched: Book Review

Disclaimer: If you purchase any featured books, via the image links below, I will receive a commission from Amazon at no extra cost to yourself.   This is a must-read if, like myself, you are a bitter and twisted old person, still with a chip on your shoulder about the sibling who, many eons ago, …

Bummer: A Silly Poem

Leaden and bumbling, he stumbled and bled. Oh bummer, he mumbled, my bum is so numb – it would have been better to land on my tum! At this, his tum grumbled – it wanted some bread – though fat and well-rounded and recently fed. He tried to roll over – to get off his…

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 –…

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

Curlicues: A Savvy Poem

I am – the twist in the tale, presenting to you the gift of my surprise ……………………………………………   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019   Image by John Hain from Pixabay

Quotidian: A Savvy Poem

I am, they say, bland. Bland, ordinary, everyday – drab! Being drab, I land in a bland sort of way – as a tiny ripple, barely noticeable, until – swept up by invisibility, my everything becomes your everything: greedy, ravenous, destructive and DELICIOUS.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019   Image by Dina Dee…

Elemental: A Savvy Poem

  Uncomplicated. Simple. Insignificant. Essential – the tale that is me.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019

Numinous: This Physical Thing

My stories are told from my toes; in the places between my joints, where vast expanses of sun-soaked-night sky are lit up by the flecks let loose from my mother bones; flecks, once broken, now holding their own – numinous. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019 Image by Johannes Plenio from Pixabay   Please read more…

33: Grated Orange

Today is a Day Job day. Stop complaining, I hear you say; do your bit for society and be grateful. I feel grateful, as in grated and full. Bits of my skin have been grated off and the wounds have been allowed to fester. The infection was supposed to make its way into me, to…