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Ends of wool in multicolours Memories of projects made Shades and tones recall the hours And the games our fingers played Gathered in a box together From a child a girl, a wife Wind and rain and summer weather Scraps of wool reflect a life ©️jj 2024

Can we take a moment to admire the extraordinary attention to detail in the costuming for #WolfHall from the incredible designer Joanna Eatwell? A flawless interpretation of Jane Seymour’s bonnet and gown from the Whitehall Mural 🙌

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A little something for Halloween

Bluesky now has over 10 million users, and I was #1,876,678!

June. The month of roses

If you haven’t read this. Get it at once

This is the rudest and funniest thing I’ve read for ages. Highly recommend.

A bit of a drawing for a day that feels like spring

How many years since we said I do Promises we made then, me and you We faced our future, strong and bold Too young to think we might grow old The passing years have brought surprise But you‘re still Sir Lancelot in my eyes jj 2024

We are at a point where if the Republican leader goes on TV and instructs his followers to murder their neighbors, there will be massacres in every city and township, yet if anyone suggests drastic measures be taken to curb him and his party, it is they who are framed as dangerous radicals.

Witches

On new year’s resolutions

Happy 24

Please assure me that neither Alex Jones nor Earthworm Tate can be found here. They are not the sort one wants on one’s social media

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Congratulations to myself. Out today. A book of short stories with a little bite

Congratulations to Gal Podjarny on the release of this brilliant little free book

It’s Friday and my mirrored face Shows the years in every place With laughter’s lines and sorrow’s claws And gravity about the jaws But I can smile at that old skin And write a tale with wrinkles in For muse reminds us, gods forgive But only those who life have lived

A puddled segment of winter sky Its blueness scrawled with trees Discarded leaves float slowly by Enchanted by a breeze Skeletal trees that naked shiver Neath natures freezing eye Where puddles run into the river As paper leaves do die

Fireflies in a jar Light my way I have come so far Since yesterday Walking all alone Bearing light I will find my home Through the night

In the heart of a rose Where the silk petals fold The perfume sings its song In the colourful curl Of a delicate whorl Ephemeral joy. Quickly gone jj 2023

A poem

Just for now we’re friends Though yesterday we fought He tried to steal my dinner A lesson he was taught The hoomans came to help But they was far too late We’d had our spat already And shared our dinner plate ©️jj

My breast is red My voice is loud This is my tree And I am proud Grey is the sky The wind blows cold I sing my song As the year grows old ©️jj

He said he’d build the perfect nest To hold the eggs. The very best He said the chicks would soon grow big In the palace he made. But it’s only twigs ©️jj 2023

So. I’m here. What now. Maybe a poem?