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Time Well-Spent

Days tumbling in on me, knocking me flat, and burying me in spent time. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January, 2022 Header image from pixabay.com

According to The Sun, the coronavirus infection rate is slowing. According to The Express, today’s coronavirus data is delayed. According to the The Independent, the latest daily infection rate was 24 hours ago, at 183, 027. No new updates are due until 7.30 pm today. And yet. According to a Bing search, as of 15.43Continue reading “Joined-up thinking?”

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

Wordinary

Words. Ordinary things that do the extraordinary. Copyright owned by Jay Cool

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

Inevitability

Ability. Determinedly inviting. And, yet, fragile. Its being-ness, being predetermined; with its destination, being – anything but, what some might term – inevit able. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, August 31st, 2021 Image by Peggy und Marco Lachmann-Anke from Pixabay

Pre-emptive

“Clarity & Simplicity”

A poem inspired by the words of Boris Johnson, BBC News at Ten, 13 December 2020 “Clarity & Simplicity” Detailed discussions. Dead deal. Done. Copyright of poem owned by Jay Cool. Image by Pexels from Pixabay

Lockdown Dance

Lockdown Dance Lonely in lockdown I keep company with the colours of the many versions of myself, all of them, dancing, wriggling, moving and shifting, adjusting to a new idea of what it is to be alive and thriving a life-force, freeing themselves up from the conventions of what it once was to be constrained,Continue reading “Lockdown Dance”

Scrunch

Scrunch Disgust. Scrunch. Wrinkle. A mistake, a mere typo, a masterpiece, rejected by its author, scrunched up tight and thrown at Unwashed hair, with frizzy ends and greasy roots, scrunched up into a top-knot to A scrunched up nose, wrinkled, its wearer`s disgust disguised by And all of it with no need for any ofContinue reading “Scrunch”