Alias Jinksy

Thanks to Tess at Mag 226 with her prompt image by Meredith Frampton, entitled A Game of Patience, 1937

Have you heard of Charlie Dimmock? She's the water feature Queen of TV gardening programmes, which you've probably not seen, ...

Shadow beings lie within us, waiting to make their presence felt; to bend the truth till our conscious minds are set in turmoil by una...

Sometimes a  switch will flick and it sends you into overdrive; I recognise the warning signs of a mechanism which has lost control, as...

Image by courtesy of Hilary at The Smitten Image             Light weaves tapestries             to hang as a canopy             abo...

Has your chick fledged? Teetered on the nest edge, flapped wings, and flown before he was full grown? Perhaps he only fluttered to th...

The dog nudged his nose against the woman's arm, hoping she would feed him scraps from her plate, but she was far too excited at seein...

Photographer Unknown Today, I spotted a Sepia Saturday post, ready for 17 May, and as its subject matter has always been close to my he...

The Play’s The Thing A sudden shutter clicks and doorways open. Sunlight lays its hands upon my head and energy cascades about my form....

A replica will not be found in any book... Look for a dog with big ears, and perhaps, chaps, you will see what I see. Heehee! No, not t...

Original Image by Penny Smith Stillness spreads over the landscape as evening stands poised on the horizon    of another day. An ed...

Pull up a side table equipped with snack, thermos and mug; plug in the computer and prepare to feed the muse. Use words floating in the ...

Similar image found on eBay Pack my life in a suitcase, like one I had as a child, with brown cardboard corners rubbed grey and tin h...

...for the way a prompt can lead the mind into lateral thinking. As I saw a Poetry Jam post on my long deserted reading list, and noticed t...

Yellow-green gold, Euonymus leaves shine, basking in their own beauty. Day uncurls towards noon and flowers unfurl petals, yawning, bli...

Beyond the plantation, a mysterious glow lit the horizon. It seemed to creep closer, until it had outlined both young and old, and its ene...

Terri Daktill was a bird without much wing or feather. But in his mind he was quite sure he was the best bird ever. He strutted acros...

Beware the sleejus Snozmole Wump! He's gloochier than a heffalump, though somewhat of a fraptode chump. (Don't tell him!) H...

Moonlight seeks the satin sheets but that bed is not inviting. Both it and rubbish strewn around shrink from such floodlighting. Mo...

Five celandines lifted sunshine faces to me, beaming from the grass by my door. " Good morning, m'am, and how are you today?...