Andy Jackson
@azjackson.bsky.social
Writer, editor of poetry, including Poetry Scotland and Whaleback City Press. Knee-deep in assorted poetry-related malarkey including New Boots & Pantisocracies, the Otwituaries, Double Dactyl of the Week, Project Abeona and more.
#DoubleDactyl of the Week is from
Sharon Larkin, and is mercifully shorter than the novel that inspires it…
Sharon Larkin, and is mercifully shorter than the novel that inspires it…
November 21, 2025 at 10:29 AM
#DoubleDactyl of the Week is from
Sharon Larkin, and is mercifully shorter than the novel that inspires it…
Sharon Larkin, and is mercifully shorter than the novel that inspires it…
An #Otwituary for #StoneRoses bassist Gary ‘Mani’ Mounfield #Mani
You lived at ground zero, where
the sound of a city drowned out
every other song in the world,
where a bassline could crumble
suburbs to dust, and to survive
meant you were made of stone.
You lived at ground zero, where
the sound of a city drowned out
every other song in the world,
where a bassline could crumble
suburbs to dust, and to survive
meant you were made of stone.
November 20, 2025 at 6:19 PM
An #Otwituary for #StoneRoses bassist Gary ‘Mani’ Mounfield #Mani
You lived at ground zero, where
the sound of a city drowned out
every other song in the world,
where a bassline could crumble
suburbs to dust, and to survive
meant you were made of stone.
You lived at ground zero, where
the sound of a city drowned out
every other song in the world,
where a bassline could crumble
suburbs to dust, and to survive
meant you were made of stone.
#DoubleDactyl of the Week comes once more from the cultured pen of Christopher Reid...
November 13, 2025 at 5:21 PM
#DoubleDactyl of the Week comes once more from the cultured pen of Christopher Reid...
#DoubleDactyl of the Week comes from Matthew Craig-Greene, and was a bit of a b*stard to write, apparently.
November 10, 2025 at 4:27 PM
#DoubleDactyl of the Week comes from Matthew Craig-Greene, and was a bit of a b*stard to write, apparently.
#OneDrop Eleven is on the mic, featuring #reggae MC U-Roy and the poetry of Hannah Lowe...
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November 10, 2025 at 4:20 PM
#OneDrop Eleven is on the mic, featuring #reggae MC U-Roy and the poetry of Hannah Lowe...
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An #Otwituary for #JamesWatson, co-discoverer of the #DoubleHelix
Science is a poem without rules,
a solution to a twisted conundrum.
Inside this poem are the molecules
which make up every other poem,
written, forgotten and yet to come.
Science is a poem without rules,
a solution to a twisted conundrum.
Inside this poem are the molecules
which make up every other poem,
written, forgotten and yet to come.
November 7, 2025 at 8:34 PM
An #Otwituary for #JamesWatson, co-discoverer of the #DoubleHelix
Science is a poem without rules,
a solution to a twisted conundrum.
Inside this poem are the molecules
which make up every other poem,
written, forgotten and yet to come.
Science is a poem without rules,
a solution to a twisted conundrum.
Inside this poem are the molecules
which make up every other poem,
written, forgotten and yet to come.
An #Otwituary for actor #PaulineCollins
Take this role as a gift in two acts,
your audience willing you to risk
what they never could. Leave them
with those lines ringing: why do we
get all this life if we don’t use it?
Take this role as a gift in two acts,
your audience willing you to risk
what they never could. Leave them
with those lines ringing: why do we
get all this life if we don’t use it?
November 6, 2025 at 9:28 PM
An #Otwituary for actor #PaulineCollins
Take this role as a gift in two acts,
your audience willing you to risk
what they never could. Leave them
with those lines ringing: why do we
get all this life if we don’t use it?
Take this role as a gift in two acts,
your audience willing you to risk
what they never could. Leave them
with those lines ringing: why do we
get all this life if we don’t use it?
Transmission 37 from #ProjectAbeona is beamed in via Freya Sacksen in a decaying orbit with only plants for company...
November 6, 2025 at 5:11 PM
Transmission 37 from #ProjectAbeona is beamed in via Freya Sacksen in a decaying orbit with only plants for company...
An #Otwituary for actor #DianeLadd
I saw you rouged in a dead man’s gore.
I saw you work the diner. I saw the silence
in your eyes fueling that barbed kindness,
and though you don’t live there anymore,
still I can never rinse away that wildness.
I saw you rouged in a dead man’s gore.
I saw you work the diner. I saw the silence
in your eyes fueling that barbed kindness,
and though you don’t live there anymore,
still I can never rinse away that wildness.
November 4, 2025 at 9:37 AM
An #Otwituary for actor #DianeLadd
I saw you rouged in a dead man’s gore.
I saw you work the diner. I saw the silence
in your eyes fueling that barbed kindness,
and though you don’t live there anymore,
still I can never rinse away that wildness.
I saw you rouged in a dead man’s gore.
I saw you work the diner. I saw the silence
in your eyes fueling that barbed kindness,
and though you don’t live there anymore,
still I can never rinse away that wildness.
Double Dactyl of the Week is a masterpiece of design from the sarky pen of Sian Lang
We've been publishing these for nearly three years - take a look at our archive here!
doubledactyls.wordpress.com/double-dacty...
We've been publishing these for nearly three years - take a look at our archive here!
doubledactyls.wordpress.com/double-dacty...
November 3, 2025 at 5:23 PM
Double Dactyl of the Week is a masterpiece of design from the sarky pen of Sian Lang
We've been publishing these for nearly three years - take a look at our archive here!
doubledactyls.wordpress.com/double-dacty...
We've been publishing these for nearly three years - take a look at our archive here!
doubledactyls.wordpress.com/double-dacty...
An #Otwituary for actor #TchekyKaryo
I am the prince of melancholy,
my face an unchanging moon,
my voice like low tide. There is
drama in my stillness. You think
you know what I’m thinking?
You will know when I tell you.
I am the prince of melancholy,
my face an unchanging moon,
my voice like low tide. There is
drama in my stillness. You think
you know what I’m thinking?
You will know when I tell you.
November 2, 2025 at 5:30 PM
An #Otwituary for actor #TchekyKaryo
I am the prince of melancholy,
my face an unchanging moon,
my voice like low tide. There is
drama in my stillness. You think
you know what I’m thinking?
You will know when I tell you.
I am the prince of melancholy,
my face an unchanging moon,
my voice like low tide. There is
drama in my stillness. You think
you know what I’m thinking?
You will know when I tell you.
An #Otwituary for film-maker #PeterWatkins
The content of this Otwituary
has been judged to be too
horrifying for social media;
no firestorms burning through
Home Counties, no fallout, no
looters shot on the street, only
this nightmare, filmed as truth.
The content of this Otwituary
has been judged to be too
horrifying for social media;
no firestorms burning through
Home Counties, no fallout, no
looters shot on the street, only
this nightmare, filmed as truth.
November 1, 2025 at 9:35 AM
An #Otwituary for film-maker #PeterWatkins
The content of this Otwituary
has been judged to be too
horrifying for social media;
no firestorms burning through
Home Counties, no fallout, no
looters shot on the street, only
this nightmare, filmed as truth.
The content of this Otwituary
has been judged to be too
horrifying for social media;
no firestorms burning through
Home Counties, no fallout, no
looters shot on the street, only
this nightmare, filmed as truth.
An #Otwituary for #FawltyTowers actor #PrunellaScales
I hear a laugh from another room,
the sound of Medusa cross-bred
with a hyena. To see her up close
is to step closer to death; death
by stare, by word, by comic gelding.
I hear a laugh from another room,
the sound of Medusa cross-bred
with a hyena. To see her up close
is to step closer to death; death
by stare, by word, by comic gelding.
October 28, 2025 at 5:30 PM
An #Otwituary for #FawltyTowers actor #PrunellaScales
I hear a laugh from another room,
the sound of Medusa cross-bred
with a hyena. To see her up close
is to step closer to death; death
by stare, by word, by comic gelding.
I hear a laugh from another room,
the sound of Medusa cross-bred
with a hyena. To see her up close
is to step closer to death; death
by stare, by word, by comic gelding.
An #Otwituary for #Crossroads actor #TonyAdams
I saw Mephistopheles checking out
of the semi-derelict motel just off
the Kings Oak bypass; moustache,
and sta-prest suit, already on his
third flirtation of the day, recording
each soul in a double-entry ledger.
I saw Mephistopheles checking out
of the semi-derelict motel just off
the Kings Oak bypass; moustache,
and sta-prest suit, already on his
third flirtation of the day, recording
each soul in a double-entry ledger.
October 27, 2025 at 10:11 AM
An #Otwituary for #Crossroads actor #TonyAdams
I saw Mephistopheles checking out
of the semi-derelict motel just off
the Kings Oak bypass; moustache,
and sta-prest suit, already on his
third flirtation of the day, recording
each soul in a double-entry ledger.
I saw Mephistopheles checking out
of the semi-derelict motel just off
the Kings Oak bypass; moustache,
and sta-prest suit, already on his
third flirtation of the day, recording
each soul in a double-entry ledger.
#DoubleDactyl of the Week comes from Penny Campbell, and is out of this world…
October 25, 2025 at 9:04 AM
#DoubleDactyl of the Week comes from Penny Campbell, and is out of this world…
An #Otwituary for actor #SamanthaEggar
Beauty begets terror, terror begets horror;
before you can blink, you see the screen
closing in like the walls of a cell, noticing
that each role is darker than the last.
Beauty begets terror, terror begets horror;
before you can blink, you see the screen
closing in like the walls of a cell, noticing
that each role is darker than the last.
October 23, 2025 at 11:02 PM
An #Otwituary for actor #SamanthaEggar
Beauty begets terror, terror begets horror;
before you can blink, you see the screen
closing in like the walls of a cell, noticing
that each role is darker than the last.
Beauty begets terror, terror begets horror;
before you can blink, you see the screen
closing in like the walls of a cell, noticing
that each role is darker than the last.
An #Otwituary for #SoftCell musician #DaveBall
Life is a non-stop cabaret, and this is
the sound of the house band, pitched
somewhere between bliss and blitz,
songs to dance to, songs of despair,
battle-scars of all the good times.
Life is a non-stop cabaret, and this is
the sound of the house band, pitched
somewhere between bliss and blitz,
songs to dance to, songs of despair,
battle-scars of all the good times.
October 23, 2025 at 1:59 PM
An #Otwituary for #SoftCell musician #DaveBall
Life is a non-stop cabaret, and this is
the sound of the house band, pitched
somewhere between bliss and blitz,
songs to dance to, songs of despair,
battle-scars of all the good times.
Life is a non-stop cabaret, and this is
the sound of the house band, pitched
somewhere between bliss and blitz,
songs to dance to, songs of despair,
battle-scars of all the good times.
The things I do for the @royalliteraryfund.bsky.social …have been sent to Tobermory to teach some senior pupils essay writing skills all day today. What a chore.
October 22, 2025 at 9:24 AM
The things I do for the @royalliteraryfund.bsky.social …have been sent to Tobermory to teach some senior pupils essay writing skills all day today. What a chore.
#DoubleDactyl of the Week is from Alice Meynell and quite rightly has a few things to say about women in the church. On trend - oh yes!
October 20, 2025 at 2:53 PM
#DoubleDactyl of the Week is from Alice Meynell and quite rightly has a few things to say about women in the church. On trend - oh yes!
An #Otwituary for actor #TonyCaunter
Would you buy a used plotline
from this man, who looks like
a bear but walks like a stray dog,
cuckolded in the name of drama,
looking for love and a decent pint
in a postcode that doesn’t exist.
Would you buy a used plotline
from this man, who looks like
a bear but walks like a stray dog,
cuckolded in the name of drama,
looking for love and a decent pint
in a postcode that doesn’t exist.
October 14, 2025 at 7:43 PM
An #Otwituary for actor #TonyCaunter
Would you buy a used plotline
from this man, who looks like
a bear but walks like a stray dog,
cuckolded in the name of drama,
looking for love and a decent pint
in a postcode that doesn’t exist.
Would you buy a used plotline
from this man, who looks like
a bear but walks like a stray dog,
cuckolded in the name of drama,
looking for love and a decent pint
in a postcode that doesn’t exist.
An #Otwituary for actor #DianeKeaton
In the movies, there is always more than
mere love and death; what about those
dizzy ingénues, women caught between
socialite and socialist, the lost and the
sweetly damaged, playing for laughs in
the diners and bedrooms of our hearts?
In the movies, there is always more than
mere love and death; what about those
dizzy ingénues, women caught between
socialite and socialist, the lost and the
sweetly damaged, playing for laughs in
the diners and bedrooms of our hearts?
October 11, 2025 at 8:44 PM
An #Otwituary for actor #DianeKeaton
In the movies, there is always more than
mere love and death; what about those
dizzy ingénues, women caught between
socialite and socialist, the lost and the
sweetly damaged, playing for laughs in
the diners and bedrooms of our hearts?
In the movies, there is always more than
mere love and death; what about those
dizzy ingénues, women caught between
socialite and socialist, the lost and the
sweetly damaged, playing for laughs in
the diners and bedrooms of our hearts?
An #Otwituary for #MoodyBlues bassist #JohnLodge
Isn’t life strange? I have lived mine
through music, each era a disguise,
each movement like a new religion.
Not for me the future in the past;
I would have given anything to be
the singer in a rock’n’roll band.
Isn’t life strange? I have lived mine
through music, each era a disguise,
each movement like a new religion.
Not for me the future in the past;
I would have given anything to be
the singer in a rock’n’roll band.
October 10, 2025 at 6:54 PM
An #Otwituary for #MoodyBlues bassist #JohnLodge
Isn’t life strange? I have lived mine
through music, each era a disguise,
each movement like a new religion.
Not for me the future in the past;
I would have given anything to be
the singer in a rock’n’roll band.
Isn’t life strange? I have lived mine
through music, each era a disguise,
each movement like a new religion.
Not for me the future in the past;
I would have given anything to be
the singer in a rock’n’roll band.
October 10, 2025 at 9:21 AM
An #Otwituary for evergreen actor #JohnWoodvine
Whenever I change channels
there is the residue of a face
in the blink before and after
static, a man of a thousand
faces, all of them the same,
all carved from cold stone.
Whenever I change channels
there is the residue of a face
in the blink before and after
static, a man of a thousand
faces, all of them the same,
all carved from cold stone.
October 6, 2025 at 9:38 PM
An #Otwituary for evergreen actor #JohnWoodvine
Whenever I change channels
there is the residue of a face
in the blink before and after
static, a man of a thousand
faces, all of them the same,
all carved from cold stone.
Whenever I change channels
there is the residue of a face
in the blink before and after
static, a man of a thousand
faces, all of them the same,
all carved from cold stone.
An #Otwituary for novelist #JillyCooper
I write this from my lover’s unmade bed,
far from her paddocks and gymkhanas.
She dresses me in hunting pinks, asks
me to spank her with her daddy’s crop
before handing me a novel, sighing,
saying Why can’t you be more like him?
I write this from my lover’s unmade bed,
far from her paddocks and gymkhanas.
She dresses me in hunting pinks, asks
me to spank her with her daddy’s crop
before handing me a novel, sighing,
saying Why can’t you be more like him?
October 6, 2025 at 10:19 AM
An #Otwituary for novelist #JillyCooper
I write this from my lover’s unmade bed,
far from her paddocks and gymkhanas.
She dresses me in hunting pinks, asks
me to spank her with her daddy’s crop
before handing me a novel, sighing,
saying Why can’t you be more like him?
I write this from my lover’s unmade bed,
far from her paddocks and gymkhanas.
She dresses me in hunting pinks, asks
me to spank her with her daddy’s crop
before handing me a novel, sighing,
saying Why can’t you be more like him?