Alias Jinksy

An avalanche shroud; protruding from frozen ground, frost blackened fingers. Mag 123 gave us a black and white image full of menace...

This is my version of an imaginary person. I will call her Jinx. The name stinks, for it reeks of pranks - the kind folks murmur ...

If life were a film, our mistakes could be out-takes. Bloopers?   Cut! What a mutt! Did I fall into the trap of meeting the wrong cha...

  For all my Blogpals, everywhere, a little thought that was inspired by Tess and her prompt picture by Jean François de Le Motte, at  M...

In realms of myth and fantasy the Green Man has survived. From far away as pagan times I think he's lived and thrived within the min...

A blind, half pulled down, curtains,  half drawn, maintain privacy but let outsiders see the light which, by night, stems lunacy. For ...

Their nerves have been conquered, the battle is won; two barefoot artistes are finally done. Now, these high-wire acrobats bow to the cr...

In 1079, William the Conqueror designated the New Forest, in Hampshire, as a royal forest and hunting ground., and you can read more about i...

Like steam from the soup bowl, their anticipation had risen at the approach of meal time. But they were left hungry; one bowl between many...

I have a blind spot. It's not the usual kind that you might find anywhere.. But there, where my seeing fails, wind taken fro...

Molten gold burnishes tree tops, old day dies. Inspired by Mag #116, where Tess chose an original image by  R. A. D. Stainforth. An...

I'm the Cookie Monster. I lived inside a jar, till someone took the lid off - and well, now, there you are! Or rather,  that's...

Today, will the sun shine? Will rain showers prevail, or will capricious weather gods send hail? The sky  remains unsure, with bl...

My long time Blogpal and verbal fencing partner, Doctor FTSE, has seen fit to write 55 words about ** the pros and cons of horses as house p...

For this week's Mag #113 prompt Tess gave us a picture by  Marc Chagall, called 'Red Roofs'. I have taken a detail and adapted...

For an explanation of the following lines, and why they have been written, you will need to visit Imaginary Garden With Real Toads  S...

The hatchling danced in the dawn light. Prying eyes of the world could not see her boundless joy in new found freedom. Inspired by ...

First came the nest. Then all the rest, in season. No further reason needed for a pair of birds, except where ... and how many eggs to...

Tess chose for this week's Mag #110 an image by Duane Michals, and here is my interpretation of a detail from it, together with a shado...

The one between life and laughter, I mean - though cooking and recipes connect well, too! Poetry Jam is responsible for this mixture. Coo...