Serious Poem – Anxiety

Shuddering waves of washed-out goods needing some TLC – needing something. Something, or maybe someone to do something, to say something, to say that it’s okay, just to be the thing, the something, that is you. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 6th October, 2019 Image by Norman Bosworth from Pixabay Silly Letter – Dear Mrs MooContinue reading “Serious Poem – Anxiety”

Hypocaust

In the middle, I stand, pushing down my insides, is to be whooshed over and over; whooshed by the waves, emanating up from the soles of one’s feet; tidal waves, quick and sudden; humongous waves that cross over one’s bowels,  stomach and heart, crushing them together into a bouncing ball, up and churning it   Continue reading “Hypocaust”