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
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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…
