JUST KEEP GOING…

PEGGED It wasn’t what they said. Actually it was exactly that. It was not only what they said but the how of it. It was neither smart nor kind. The stolid and impassive… Continue reading

CHER…YOU THERE?

IRISH FARM HOUSE Did you get my message? The Reader said it was about time we had a sit-down, and The Reader is right. It really is time. There isn’t much that comes… Continue reading

FISHING FOR WORDS…

PESCE The Reader looks more than dubious that somehow I can connect fishing for words to the watercoloured fish on a platter surrounded with leafy, green things, yellow-ish squiggles and red rounds that… Continue reading

Miracle. All of It.

Originally posted on Live & Learn:
If you were an elephant living wild in a western city… You’d have one two-fingered hand swinging from your face – a hand as sensitive as tumescent…

PASS THE PEAS…

PASS THE PEAS Obtuse comment from My Reader: “It is about time…!”  Personally, I had hoped that 2016 was going to be a banner year for the whole lot of us. However, it… Continue reading

NOT COMPLICATED…

SIMPLY ORANGES THREE Caps with flaps or Santa hats Presented here for thee and thee, A modest image as sure as you please Of simply orange oranges three.

IT’S A TOSS UP…

IT’S A TOSS UP NO IT’S A COW Both of my kids have a picture of a framed cow  that graces  a wall in each of their respective homes.   They were  born… Continue reading

POINTS TAKEN…and BEYOND

NUMBER FORTY-SEVEN  “All his own geese are swans, as the swans of others are geese.” Horace Walpole (1717-97) British writer Referring to Sir Joshua Reynolds. Wait! Wait! shouts My Reader. Geese? What geese?… Continue reading

CONVERSATION CUL-DE-SAC…

CONVERSATION CUL-DE-SAC She wasn’t an easy person…understand not in the infamous being easy sense, she just wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Safely said, her glass was always less than half-empty. Who is kidding… Continue reading

TWICE AS GOOD…

Curious still about the etymological origin of twice…as defined in Origins A Short Etymological Dictionary of Modern English, authored by Eric Partridge is this: “2. In double degree or quantity (twice as good).”… Continue reading

GUEST SPEAKER…

My Reader says I’ve really truly stepped out of my comfort zone of darkened-corner-wall-flower-status by signing up to be a guest speaker on DOODLEWASH. Charlie O’Shields, an artist himself and a WordPress Freshly… Continue reading

A DOG STORY ABOUT A BOOK OR A BOOK STORY ABOUT A BOOK…

                                     A WORK IN PROGRESS… Note:  My grand-daughter just celebrated her 13th birthday. I know, I know. I didn’t think I was old enough to have a thirteen year old grand child…and I’m… Continue reading

COMMON GROUND…

SEASON OF REMEMBRANCE

WHETHER REPORT…

                                                                        BIRD IN A BOWL Funny thing about that weather. Yesterday on the half-past five morning first dog walk… Continue reading

WHERE THE ROAD GOES…

Normally, I’ve been reluctant to besiege My Reader with facts, that particular part of my art researching profession that requires accuracy closely bordering the edge of boredom. However, just this once and feeling… Continue reading

ABOUT FORGETTING…

  This is how it goes, usually… 1 January – take down Christmas tree. Pack. Store.   This is how it went… 26 December – Christmas tree down. Packed. Stored. Five-day head start… Continue reading

ARMCHAIR CONVERSATION…

  At first it was curiosity and wondering about a word. Then mental machinations and mindless wanderings took the high road and soon profound curiosity became a fever-pitched research obsession. It was all… Continue reading

PAINT ME A MEMORY…

“What a strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, the other forward. The one is of Today, the other is the Tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is… Continue reading

IF I HAD A BOAT…

“Day after day, day after day We stuck, nor breath nor motion As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.” The Rime of the Ancient Mariner  Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Fetish for FIGS…

Fetish for FIGS… It came as a challenge It came as a dare, So I went to the studio And plopped in my chair.  What began as the one But concluded with four,… Continue reading

Promiscuous PEARS…

Promiscuous PEARS pro-mis-cu-ous: adj. 1) Composed of persons or things confusedly mingled.

ONE DAY LIKE THIS…

 Do you ever find it difficult to put into words…words that capture the event…that do justice to every sensory, audible and emotion felt? Can you convey, really convey what happened? Can you describe… Continue reading

OUR BENCH…

What can you write about…a bench? Why would you write about a bench? It is  something you sit on. It comes in all shapes, sizes, and materials. Bench. Ordinary. You can sit on… Continue reading

IN LOVE WITH….

I’ve got a confession to make:  I’m in love with Lyle Lovett. I’m fairly comfortable  making this  declaration out loud in writing  because  the only person who reads JOTS is on holiday. (I… Continue reading

Suffer the children

Originally posted on A Certain Line:
Refugees (20 cms x 40 cms charcoal and pastel 2016) It’s always the children, isn’t it? It’s always the kids who get it. When the strutting despot,…

PORTLAND ON ICE…

ice>noun 1 a roof covered with ice: frozen water, icicles; black ice, frost, rime, glaze. icy>adjective 1 icy roads: frozen, frozen over, iced over, frosty, frosted, ice-bound, ice-covered, iced up; slippery; literary rimy.… Continue reading

WE RODE HORSES…

                                                 SHACK and PUMP HOUSE The telephone would have exploded had he not answered it. The Stepfather knew who it was. His mother. She never minced words. She demanded and commanded. The Old… Continue reading

BURLESQUE…

No, she never wanted to be a burlesque dancer. What she wanted and only because he asked was a china teacup and saucer preferably English and old, blue or orange or both. Her… Continue reading

MAKING SOMETHING OF IT…

Grandmother’s house was always dark. That’s what I recall anyway. The heavy drapes were always pulled shut which swathed the living room in darkness. The living room became an unmistakable cave  when you… Continue reading

MINDING MY Zs and Qs…

“…The sound of silence. Background noises no longer there… painful spaces of time… Other sounds eventually fill the empty space…” __ Other sounds do eventually fill the empty spaces that once filled a… Continue reading

LOST IN LOCATION…

The day couldn’t have been darker, colder, more foreboding or windier. What did we expect? It was, after all, the East Sussex seacoast in early spring; a perfect day to get out of the cottage and… Continue reading

CONSIDER YOURSELF INVITED…

We’ll be dining in the kitchen…surrounded with the savory aromas of a holiday meal all day in preparation. The reclaimed, battered and bruised farm table is covered with a treasured cloth sprinkled with… Continue reading

SECRETS…

PEAKING Call them what you will: new year’s resolutions, personal goals, self-improvements, better behaviors or realistic wishful thinking. My Reader has already made a new and improved list of resolutions for the 2015… Continue reading