Leigh-on-Sea, Essex.
I am being carried down the beach at Leigh-on-Sea. The tide is coming in. The sharp primeval tang of salt makes my eyes smart. I struggle & half fall, half slither onto the sand. My father quickly stoops to gather me up. He is wearing tiny white-framed sunglasses. I can’t see his eyes through the twin round lenses.
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About Dick Jones
I'm a post-retirement Drama teacher, currently working part-time. I have a grown-up son and daughter, three grandchildren and three young children from my second marriage. I write - principally poetry but prose too, both fitfully published. My poetry collection Ancient Lights is published by Phoenicia Publishing (www.phoeniciapublishing.com) and my translation of Blaise Cendrars' 'Trans-Siberian Prosody and Little Jeanne from France' (illustrated by my friend, the artist, writer and long-time blogger Natalie d'Arbeloff) is published by Old Stile Press (www.oldstilepress.com).
I play bass guitar & bouzouki in the song-based acoustic/electric trio Moorby Jones, playing entirely original material.
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