Alias Jinksy

For this week's Mag 137 , Tess gave us a picture by Francesca Woodman. For some strange reason the shadowed face brought to mind a quo...

What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander... The twirl in Salle's picture made me start to wonder. I twirled it yet more,...

He'd sailed all seven seas, but never found one who could run his wave-locked keel aground on the shores of passion.  Until they...

And spheres within spheres circle time whose grains seep through history, with the wisdom of fools building volumes of posterity's...

Melodies fill my heart with joy. Their rhythms resonate to plucked strings of memories I hold in my mind, and I feel sound waves ...

Thoughts took wing, soared with the primal music's beat. In their minds the dancers travelled through the night; wonderland la...

The artist featured by Tess on her Mag 131 had a name unusual enough to make me want to know more, and what I found HERE set me thinking...

   Part the First Fluted shell contains the true spark of all life. Safe haven of encircling arm guards its fate.    Part the S...

Detail from a painting by John Singer Sargent A goblet graces the table; fresh flowers add perfume sweeter than the fragrant wine which ...

 After a frustrating morning when email problems caused hassles I would rather forget, I happened to see that Theme Thursday had the word...

Here are one hundred and forty telling characters for Grandma's Goulash:- Today, this picture made me ponder, people. I know th...

Mr Bond beside the Queen in a copter?  What a scene! British humour at its best is always better than the rest, never mind ‘who gets wh...

Energy, seeking direction, falls to earth from heaven. Will mankind harness power for the good of all? Thanks to Tess and her Mag 127 ...

Summer heat swirls round field and hill; contours burn. Siesta holds an arid land in stasis. Words and picture inspired by Tess and Thom...

The heart of the Diva with the ruby earring would sing long after she had left the stage. Her audience, feeling bereft, demand...

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...