51: Saucy Sunday

Fed up with tidying up everyone else’s mess, I thought I’d experiment, i.e. abandon the kitchen for a day, in the hope that Hubby might get busy in there. Hubby did get busy in there. After a long Sunday-morning lie-in, I decide to face reality and venture into the kitchen. This is what it looks…

Bummer: A Silly Poem

Leaden and bumbling, he stumbled and bled. Oh bummer, he mumbled, my bum is so numb – it would have been better to land on my tum! At this, his tum grumbled – it wanted some bread – though fat and well-rounded and recently fed. He tried to roll over – to get off his…

Quotidian: A Savvy Poem

I am, they say, bland. Bland, ordinary, everyday – drab! Being drab, I land in a bland sort of way – as a tiny ripple, barely noticeable, until – swept up by invisibility, my everything becomes your everything: greedy, ravenous, destructive and DELICIOUS.   Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019   Image by Dina Dee…

Numinous: This Physical Thing

My stories are told from my toes; in the places between my joints, where vast expanses of sun-soaked-night sky are lit up by the flecks let loose from my mother bones; flecks, once broken, now holding their own – numinous. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2019 Image by Johannes Plenio from Pixabay   Please read more…

33: Grated Orange

Today is a Day Job day. Stop complaining, I hear you say; do your bit for society and be grateful. I feel grateful, as in grated and full. Bits of my skin have been grated off and the wounds have been allowed to fester. The infection was supposed to make its way into me, to…

31: Chef

It’s chucking it down with the Gods’ urine this morning. Not a day for the usual therapeutic-kerbside photography! What now? Should I work on my chart hit, or is that too yesterday? Should I plan ahead for the day job, or is that too tomorrow?* Today? Today, thanks to an early-morning interaction with the site…

32: The Outcome

Needless to say, now that I’ve hit the kitchen, things are deteriorating at tip-top speed. I’ve gathered together the basics, i.e. a measuring jug and rolling pin, but, I’m having trouble with finding any available cooking chocolate. I would ask for your help out there, with a ‘Has anybody seen the chocolate?’ plea, but then…

Travel Log: A Savvy Poem

I unravel myself and, stretched out, feeling full, I traverse the River Humber, leaving my beginning where part of me began, in Grimsby, and my middle, over the other side in                                              Yorkshire. In…

17: Getting Onto It!

Did I say I was going to start and finish writing a whole book this week? Was I lying? Not sure! It’s true that I haven’t started writing the aforesaid promised book yet but, hey, it’s only Tuesday – I’ve still got a whole week left, before I return to my day job next Tuesday!…

Day 7.2: Newport – She Who Never Grew Up!

Disclaimer: If you click through to Amazon and choose thereof to make a purchase of any recommended books, I will receive a commission at no extra cost to yourself (surely that’s an incentive?). End up at a pub and start up at a pub. This policy is a favourite of mine and has always worked…