The Universe Versus Alex Woods: Book Review

Disclaimer: If you purchase a featured book, via the image links below, I will receive a commission from Amazon at no extra cost to yourself. A story that begins at its ending, with a seventeen-year-old boy called Alex, being arrested at customs for trying to re-enter his home country with a dead man on his…

Exonerated: A Silly Poem

My ex – who I berated severely (the rat!) – was not, as it turned out, the one, but no, no, I will not say I hate him, as that would be to rate him; but neither is he now, or at any other time – exonerated!   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019  …

Full Coverage: A Savvy Poem

Cover me up, he says Nothing short, nothing cropped, and nothing tight.   Wanting to please, and wanting to cover up, to reserve myself – just for him, I buy it big and wear it baggy.   Hold it in, he says. I told you, didn’t I? I told you not to show; to show…

The Yellow Male: Silly & Savvy Words

Inspired by a reading of Peter Wohlleben’s book: The Hidden Life of Trees  Disclaimer: Should you choose to purchase the featured book, Jay Cool will receive a commission from Amazon at no cost to yourself.   Bright yellow. The colour of catkins. And the colour of maleness. Besides their male counterparts, the flowers of femaleness…

Sitting on Saturday: Silly Poem

  To sit on a Saturday is a waste of today, So my hubby’s suggesting I go out and play, I think, it is great that he wants to make hay, but handed the mower, I tell him it’s ‘Nay!’   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019   Image by Pexels from Pixabay

Mountains of Moments

  Mountains upon mountains of clothing, moments of a life mounting up in my lounge. We trundle up the mountains paths, my daughter and I, leaving our footprints in the rubble, seeking to pick apart the pieces, to pull away the threads the threads that hold together the fabric of a childhood past.   Momentary…

Bus Games

Silk-black skin and long neck. Graceful, she glances away, longs for another place, beyond the burning red-hot glass of a red bus, double-deckered, on a roasted trip with a man, unshaven and unpruned, pale and raw, who mutters to her out-turned cheek, as if she can hear his stabbing red-hot words, his obscenities his taunts…