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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

Faster, Wireless, Connected

Being wireless and connected, I move faster along my allotted length of beingness until, finally, I reach my s l o w e n d stop. 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

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

Wrong Words

I sit and smile and sit and smile but the words that leave me behind bear no witness to the me that sits and smiles. Sits and smiles. By Jay Cool, December 2022

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

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

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

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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