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 doesn’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows. Says Terese Coe.
February 1, 2026 at 6:49 PM
#DoubleDactyl of the week doesn’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows. Says Terese Coe.
Listen here to catch up with the launch of the @whalebackcity.bsky.social pamphlet Eco Sonnet Chain. Brought to you by the Poetry Worth Hearing podcast.
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January 30, 2026 at 1:31 PM
Listen here to catch up with the launch of the @whalebackcity.bsky.social pamphlet Eco Sonnet Chain. Brought to you by the Poetry Worth Hearing podcast.
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An #Otwituary for radio broadcaster #NigelOgden
The console lights come on; a hiss
of pneumatics before the 64-footer
clears its throat, audible from space.
Hands blur across four banks of keys;
the organist entertains, an orchestra
of ten fingers and a chorus of titans.
The console lights come on; a hiss
of pneumatics before the 64-footer
clears its throat, audible from space.
Hands blur across four banks of keys;
the organist entertains, an orchestra
of ten fingers and a chorus of titans.
January 30, 2026 at 8:05 AM
An #Otwituary for radio broadcaster #NigelOgden
The console lights come on; a hiss
of pneumatics before the 64-footer
clears its throat, audible from space.
Hands blur across four banks of keys;
the organist entertains, an orchestra
of ten fingers and a chorus of titans.
The console lights come on; a hiss
of pneumatics before the 64-footer
clears its throat, audible from space.
Hands blur across four banks of keys;
the organist entertains, an orchestra
of ten fingers and a chorus of titans.
An #Otwituary for legendary #reggae drummer #SlyDunbar
Three taps on the rim of a snare,
and it can only be you. The skins
pulse to the riddim of your blood;
beat leaves holes in the studio air.
A taut roll as the last track begins;
nothing could ever sound so good.
Three taps on the rim of a snare,
and it can only be you. The skins
pulse to the riddim of your blood;
beat leaves holes in the studio air.
A taut roll as the last track begins;
nothing could ever sound so good.
January 26, 2026 at 9:10 PM
An #Otwituary for legendary #reggae drummer #SlyDunbar
Three taps on the rim of a snare,
and it can only be you. The skins
pulse to the riddim of your blood;
beat leaves holes in the studio air.
A taut roll as the last track begins;
nothing could ever sound so good.
Three taps on the rim of a snare,
and it can only be you. The skins
pulse to the riddim of your blood;
beat leaves holes in the studio air.
A taut roll as the last track begins;
nothing could ever sound so good.
One Drop continues after the Christmas break, bringing you poetic appreciations of Finley Quaye and Benjamin Zephaniah.
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January 26, 2026 at 7:00 PM
One Drop continues after the Christmas break, bringing you poetic appreciations of Finley Quaye and Benjamin Zephaniah.
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onedroppoetry.substack.com/p/one-drop-s...
An #Otwituary for BBC journalist #MarkTully
A voice comes through the heat-haze,
telling a billion stories of a billion lives,
separating truth from myth to camera,
reporting the spirit of a distant people,
unpicking the knotted braids of a nation.
@bbcindia.bsky.social @bbcnewsnight.bsky.social
A voice comes through the heat-haze,
telling a billion stories of a billion lives,
separating truth from myth to camera,
reporting the spirit of a distant people,
unpicking the knotted braids of a nation.
@bbcindia.bsky.social @bbcnewsnight.bsky.social
January 25, 2026 at 6:23 PM
An #Otwituary for BBC journalist #MarkTully
A voice comes through the heat-haze,
telling a billion stories of a billion lives,
separating truth from myth to camera,
reporting the spirit of a distant people,
unpicking the knotted braids of a nation.
@bbcindia.bsky.social @bbcnewsnight.bsky.social
A voice comes through the heat-haze,
telling a billion stories of a billion lives,
separating truth from myth to camera,
reporting the spirit of a distant people,
unpicking the knotted braids of a nation.
@bbcindia.bsky.social @bbcnewsnight.bsky.social
#DoubleDactyl of the Week is a triumph of hexasyllabicitousness from Lawrence Schimel. To incorporate one 6-syllable word into a poem is an achievement - to sustain it over the length of a Double Dactyl poem is miraculous.
And how do I know? Because the Oracle told me!
And how do I know? Because the Oracle told me!
January 22, 2026 at 8:26 PM
#DoubleDactyl of the Week is a triumph of hexasyllabicitousness from Lawrence Schimel. To incorporate one 6-syllable word into a poem is an achievement - to sustain it over the length of a Double Dactyl poem is miraculous.
And how do I know? Because the Oracle told me!
And how do I know? Because the Oracle told me!
Project Abeona is a project featuring poetry from a speculative future in which humans spread out into space.
Transmission 41 is from Ian Badcoe, and is the latest in his sequence of diaries recording the progress of scientist Drew MacAdmin in 2153.
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Transmission 41 is from Ian Badcoe, and is the latest in his sequence of diaries recording the progress of scientist Drew MacAdmin in 2153.
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January 22, 2026 at 8:19 PM
Project Abeona is a project featuring poetry from a speculative future in which humans spread out into space.
Transmission 41 is from Ian Badcoe, and is the latest in his sequence of diaries recording the progress of scientist Drew MacAdmin in 2153.
projectabeonapoetry.substack.com/p/transmissi...
Transmission 41 is from Ian Badcoe, and is the latest in his sequence of diaries recording the progress of scientist Drew MacAdmin in 2153.
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#DoubleDactyl of the Week is from Sian Lang, and is a matter of national security.
January 20, 2026 at 9:07 AM
#DoubleDactyl of the Week is from Sian Lang, and is a matter of national security.
Otwituary- Scott Adams, creator of Dilbert
Let me tell you about my years in Cubeville;
how I learned to fail better, fail faster
but escaped before they found me out.
Let me tell you about an unspeaking man
in the corner who saw all; who sketched me
and a million lives in caricatures of drudgery.
Let me tell you about my years in Cubeville;
how I learned to fail better, fail faster
but escaped before they found me out.
Let me tell you about an unspeaking man
in the corner who saw all; who sketched me
and a million lives in caricatures of drudgery.
January 13, 2026 at 6:33 PM
Otwituary- Scott Adams, creator of Dilbert
Let me tell you about my years in Cubeville;
how I learned to fail better, fail faster
but escaped before they found me out.
Let me tell you about an unspeaking man
in the corner who saw all; who sketched me
and a million lives in caricatures of drudgery.
Let me tell you about my years in Cubeville;
how I learned to fail better, fail faster
but escaped before they found me out.
Let me tell you about an unspeaking man
in the corner who saw all; who sketched me
and a million lives in caricatures of drudgery.
An #Otwituary for pseudo-scientist #ErichvonDäniken
You said someday a fiery bird would return
to take you home, that its silver-suited pilots
would call you by your cosmic name. I saw
an image of your life viewed from altitude;
it resembled the shape of a man laughing.
You said someday a fiery bird would return
to take you home, that its silver-suited pilots
would call you by your cosmic name. I saw
an image of your life viewed from altitude;
it resembled the shape of a man laughing.
January 11, 2026 at 8:03 PM
An #Otwituary for pseudo-scientist #ErichvonDäniken
You said someday a fiery bird would return
to take you home, that its silver-suited pilots
would call you by your cosmic name. I saw
an image of your life viewed from altitude;
it resembled the shape of a man laughing.
You said someday a fiery bird would return
to take you home, that its silver-suited pilots
would call you by your cosmic name. I saw
an image of your life viewed from altitude;
it resembled the shape of a man laughing.
This week’s #DoubleDactyl is from Joe Williams, who offers a more entertaining version of Tudor history than Hilary Mantel ever could.
January 10, 2026 at 10:36 PM
This week’s #DoubleDactyl is from Joe Williams, who offers a more entertaining version of Tudor history than Hilary Mantel ever could.
An #Otwituary for designer, artist and novelist #MollyParkin
You can learn a lot of things about women
from racy novels; most of it untrue. A day
browsing in a boutique is more instructive;
trends wax and wane but the life you think
suits you best is always just out of reach.
You can learn a lot of things about women
from racy novels; most of it untrue. A day
browsing in a boutique is more instructive;
trends wax and wane but the life you think
suits you best is always just out of reach.
January 5, 2026 at 7:43 PM
An #Otwituary for designer, artist and novelist #MollyParkin
You can learn a lot of things about women
from racy novels; most of it untrue. A day
browsing in a boutique is more instructive;
trends wax and wane but the life you think
suits you best is always just out of reach.
You can learn a lot of things about women
from racy novels; most of it untrue. A day
browsing in a boutique is more instructive;
trends wax and wane but the life you think
suits you best is always just out of reach.
The first #DoubleDactyl of 2026 is from Matthew Craig-Greene under a suitably Wolfish Moon.
January 5, 2026 at 11:51 AM
The first #DoubleDactyl of 2026 is from Matthew Craig-Greene under a suitably Wolfish Moon.
An #Otwituary for #BrigitteBardot
I was in love with the idea of a woman,
a creation in medium shot, half insoluble,
half incendiary. Eventually, the camera
caught her in close-up, a picture of
disfigurement I once mistook for beauty.
I was in love with the idea of a woman,
a creation in medium shot, half insoluble,
half incendiary. Eventually, the camera
caught her in close-up, a picture of
disfigurement I once mistook for beauty.
December 28, 2025 at 2:38 PM
An #Otwituary for #BrigitteBardot
I was in love with the idea of a woman,
a creation in medium shot, half insoluble,
half incendiary. Eventually, the camera
caught her in close-up, a picture of
disfigurement I once mistook for beauty.
I was in love with the idea of a woman,
a creation in medium shot, half insoluble,
half incendiary. Eventually, the camera
caught her in close-up, a picture of
disfigurement I once mistook for beauty.
Fancy a Christmas #DoubleDactyl? Here’s a Junior Choice from Penny Campbell, for whom the head of the herd is calling…
December 25, 2025 at 6:53 PM
Fancy a Christmas #DoubleDactyl? Here’s a Junior Choice from Penny Campbell, for whom the head of the herd is calling…
Transmission 40 from #ProjectAbeona is a Christmas poem. It comes via a FedEx SoLar pilot and is beamed back to us from 2080.
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December 24, 2025 at 8:03 PM
Transmission 40 from #ProjectAbeona is a Christmas poem. It comes via a FedEx SoLar pilot and is beamed back to us from 2080.
projectabeonapoetry.substack.com/p/transmissi...
projectabeonapoetry.substack.com/p/transmissi...
#DoubleDactyl of the Week is a Beethoven double-header. Moonlighting on this one is Nicola Billington and some other guy…
December 22, 2025 at 5:37 PM
#DoubleDactyl of the Week is a Beethoven double-header. Moonlighting on this one is Nicola Billington and some other guy…
An #Otwituary for musician #ChrisRea
Just when I thought the song was over,
a voice like a bank of smog rolled in,
fogging the road with a grey wisdom,
a melody it would be so easy to ignore,
driving us where we hope to follow.
Just when I thought the song was over,
a voice like a bank of smog rolled in,
fogging the road with a grey wisdom,
a melody it would be so easy to ignore,
driving us where we hope to follow.
December 22, 2025 at 5:32 PM
An #Otwituary for musician #ChrisRea
Just when I thought the song was over,
a voice like a bank of smog rolled in,
fogging the road with a grey wisdom,
a melody it would be so easy to ignore,
driving us where we hope to follow.
Just when I thought the song was over,
a voice like a bank of smog rolled in,
fogging the road with a grey wisdom,
a melody it would be so easy to ignore,
driving us where we hope to follow.
#DoubleDactyl of the Week is from Alice Meynell, who may have met her Waterloo. Oh, sorry, wrong General!
December 19, 2025 at 8:40 PM
#DoubleDactyl of the Week is from Alice Meynell, who may have met her Waterloo. Oh, sorry, wrong General!
An #Otwituary for playwright and scriptwriter #JohnAntrobus
It took two minutes twenty-eight seconds
to write this. Hardly a big job; the time
it takes to annihilate an absurd world
with a sight gag or a joke from a show
we assumed someone else had written.
It took two minutes twenty-eight seconds
to write this. Hardly a big job; the time
it takes to annihilate an absurd world
with a sight gag or a joke from a show
we assumed someone else had written.
December 18, 2025 at 11:17 PM
An #Otwituary for playwright and scriptwriter #JohnAntrobus
It took two minutes twenty-eight seconds
to write this. Hardly a big job; the time
it takes to annihilate an absurd world
with a sight gag or a joke from a show
we assumed someone else had written.
It took two minutes twenty-eight seconds
to write this. Hardly a big job; the time
it takes to annihilate an absurd world
with a sight gag or a joke from a show
we assumed someone else had written.
An #Otwituary for TV’s #BuckRogers actor #GilGerard
We thawed out at the same moment: you
from the bliss of cryogenic slumber, into a
universe of cut-price skywalkers; I into too
much reality, too many earthbound futures,
unwinnable battles, unkissable Princesses.
We thawed out at the same moment: you
from the bliss of cryogenic slumber, into a
universe of cut-price skywalkers; I into too
much reality, too many earthbound futures,
unwinnable battles, unkissable Princesses.
December 17, 2025 at 9:30 AM
An #Otwituary for TV’s #BuckRogers actor #GilGerard
We thawed out at the same moment: you
from the bliss of cryogenic slumber, into a
universe of cut-price skywalkers; I into too
much reality, too many earthbound futures,
unwinnable battles, unkissable Princesses.
We thawed out at the same moment: you
from the bliss of cryogenic slumber, into a
universe of cut-price skywalkers; I into too
much reality, too many earthbound futures,
unwinnable battles, unkissable Princesses.
#OneDrop Sixteen - #reggae poetry and culture - encourages you to skank close to the one you love and listen to some #LoversRock. Poems from Jo Gilbert and John McMahon, plus a whole host of interesting links to performances...
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December 16, 2025 at 4:27 PM
#OneDrop Sixteen - #reggae poetry and culture - encourages you to skank close to the one you love and listen to some #LoversRock. Poems from Jo Gilbert and John McMahon, plus a whole host of interesting links to performances...
onedroppoetry.substack.com/p/one-drop-s...
onedroppoetry.substack.com/p/one-drop-s...
An #Otwituary for actor and director #RobReiner
Met a guy at the Electric Banana
who offered me a part in his movie;
maybe waiting tables, an extra in a
courtroom scene, a lonely novelist.
I asked what he wanted from me;
I want answers, he said. I want truth.
Met a guy at the Electric Banana
who offered me a part in his movie;
maybe waiting tables, an extra in a
courtroom scene, a lonely novelist.
I asked what he wanted from me;
I want answers, he said. I want truth.
December 16, 2025 at 11:11 AM
An #Otwituary for actor and director #RobReiner
Met a guy at the Electric Banana
who offered me a part in his movie;
maybe waiting tables, an extra in a
courtroom scene, a lonely novelist.
I asked what he wanted from me;
I want answers, he said. I want truth.
Met a guy at the Electric Banana
who offered me a part in his movie;
maybe waiting tables, an extra in a
courtroom scene, a lonely novelist.
I asked what he wanted from me;
I want answers, he said. I want truth.
An #Otwituary for novelist #JoannaTrollope
We are all middlebrow now,
in thrall to he said she said,
the touchable worlds of love,
whether imagined or illicit,
or sometimes even true.
Someone should write this
down; we may be touched by
the significance of small things.
We are all middlebrow now,
in thrall to he said she said,
the touchable worlds of love,
whether imagined or illicit,
or sometimes even true.
Someone should write this
down; we may be touched by
the significance of small things.
December 12, 2025 at 12:24 PM
An #Otwituary for novelist #JoannaTrollope
We are all middlebrow now,
in thrall to he said she said,
the touchable worlds of love,
whether imagined or illicit,
or sometimes even true.
Someone should write this
down; we may be touched by
the significance of small things.
We are all middlebrow now,
in thrall to he said she said,
the touchable worlds of love,
whether imagined or illicit,
or sometimes even true.
Someone should write this
down; we may be touched by
the significance of small things.