Alias Jinksy

In a phone call this morning, I was attempting to pass on some useful information, but the lady at the end of the line was not in the mood f...

Behind the looped veil another universe calls for recognition. Written and produced for Day #29 at Writer's Island . And talking ...

Artwork by Jinksy Ripple-blurred motion of wavering water sprites. Sunlight on surface. A natural spring bubbles in perpetual motion. ...

 Created from an original photo by Tammie Lee Colours coalesce. Mind recognises beauty worth contemplating, as picture provides fo...

With Spring as artist, a kaleidoscope is born; gemstone treasure chest.  With thanks to Tess at Magpie Tales for her picture prompt th...

Majestic Thoughts Of A Mercenary Kind. Would this could give pleasure... All gold treasure buried in the ground, once it gets to be ...

Excess? No, X.S! Text-speak jargon for the young. Mobile mania. For Day #23 at Writer's Island and  Poetry Bus for the 23rd - snap...

A dancer stretches out, clasping fingers around aching foot, pleading with tense muscles to delve for more energy, willing them to ob...

Negative grows from positive; sweep brush head's created as an artist embraces dandelion dreams. This has been produced for Day #...

The locket lent a glow of love to her world. Every time she fastened its golden clasp her lips smiled "Thank you!" Another Shado...

Original drawing by Jinksy Night's velvet envelopes woman   in a cloak of darkness, but the beauty of her form creates its own lig...

Mythical firebird in a sunspot spectacle; a phoenix rising. Tess at Magpie Tales has chosen to serve us eggs ready for Easter, it would...

Raindrop universe fills a cupped flower petal. A Butterfly drinks. For Day #18 at Writer's Island , and The Poetry Pantry

Spring tides strike terror; unguarded shorelines cower. Wave-mallets sculpt land. For Day #17 at Writer's Island and linked t...

Invisible in country dark, the birds had pegged the notes of songs among the leaves, like flower garlands hung on high to dry.  In cresce...

  Silk ribbon river; moon-boat sails with star cargo, highlights spring blossom. For today's Freewrite at Writer's Island , as ...

The Dodo was an ugly bird. I'm pretty sure you will have heard that he is totally extinct, no matter how much we may thinct he shouldn...

Summer breeze blusters the daisies, tosses trees, chases clouds, and echoes children's laughter while it tugs their hair. This i...

With palette and brush the artist creates his dream. A butterfly lives. Thank you to Tess for another Magpie prompt that proved irresi...

I am a crooked line. I slalom throughout time, till I stop at vantage points of each remembered ' now' . I salvage scorched imag...