Ruminating

  It’s a rum old deal, to have to empty out, because, as thoughts do intrude and escalate, I keep on writing – and I start to deflate! But, the wind is so loud, when the last does escape that, at that very point – I terminate.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019…

Chocolate: A Silly Poem

  I ate it. But, it was too late. Too late for the rush that I needed. Too late for the rush that would satiate my feelings of hate. Too late for me, Cate, to swallow my pride – too late to tell the tale of the hate that I ate. And, in the knowing,…