Alias Jinksy

As he tried to compose a sonnet for his lady love, the overwhelming smell from the ripe cheese stopped him with pen raised. How could he th...

But better late than never, a 140 character offering for Grandma's Goulash . Have you noticed that, in a room with a view, sometimes t...

A famous painting transforms to a tapestry;  rearranged colour. Tess chose such a famous picture for her Magpie #59 that even its colo...

I search to find which words to say to cloak ideas that I have found and wish to share without delay, for in my mind the dreams abound. ...

This is my home made ticket for The Poetry Bus , as requested by Muse Swings . And now I've linked to The Poetry Pantry too - cheeky me...

Shrieks of maniacal laughter frightened her awake. A shadow waved in the patch of moonlight on her wall - an enormous hand, with fingers str...

I live far from New York, I agree, but what those two words mean to me is standing on risers, singing for prize(r)s that we hoped to win...

March Hares danced and leapt and boxed. The reason why? Well, it had me foxed. Spring Fever could be what's to blame - unless they do it...

by Ruxi at DeviantArt. The sight of her dying bouquet was too much to contemplate. After the debacle at the church, she’d rushed home, ...

In days of old when men were bold they carried swords and shields. They marched and pillaged and plundered across both plains and fields. ...

I am enclosed in a bubble of clear water. My being is transparent, but draws to itself the living colours of Spring. Light and life refle...

Luck of the Irish? A four-leaf clover will say "Here's to Saint Patrick!" Theme Thursday will be full of Irish Blarney th...

Adrift in dreams, imagination whirls and lilac angels' wings fly close at hand. The flower scented air begins to swirl and lulls us f...

A satellite bleeps out its sound but there is nobody around to heed its warning. As the planet spins below - see? - Shining silver fore...

The painting dominated the whole wall. To Tom's young eyes it spoke of dolphins and whales, splashing in waves, playing exactly the way ...

With your head in a book as you take a look at pictures and words (serious or absurd) you'll find ideas grow, spread out in a row ...

The Stammering Poet , Peter Goulding  is going to be in the driving seat on Monday, and for my ticket I've attempted to write a kind of ...

Never did like using conventional money boxes to save my pennies in... The Old Woman Who Lived In A Shoe needed my Fairy Dust-Puffer t...

At sunset, trees settle down for the night, silhouettes darkened against the light of a fireball brazier there in the sky which overspill...

Illustration by Jessie Wilcox Smith 1941 What is Monkey Business? It's not usual, you see, to think a pretty lady would ask a chim...