Reaching out to still-retreating goal, I pull it back and yank it in. If I am a dozy-dreamer, I salute my vision and embrace it. I create this life.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, February 2019 Inspiration taken from the phrase ‘still-retreating goal’, line 12, of  the poem ‘The Mortal Lease: II’, by EdithContinue reading “Embrace”

Black Dog v Tulip Dance

Light-lidded sleep eludes me. Last night’s sleep was angry. I was shouting, shouting at the Black Dog; shouting at the Black Dog for making up lies. In the morning, I saw that the canine teeth were just the yellow, brown-stained fangs of an unbrushed-tyrannical humanoid. A man not a man; an invention, programmed to clingContinue reading “Black Dog v Tulip Dance”