it was an omelette two eggs and some chopped mushrooms the cat switched his tail as he always switched his tail when the evening pigeons settled on the hanging baskets one storey up she poured a vodka the last glass from the bottle from the belgorod relatives she watched some tele a couple of hours or more but she smiled at herself in the mirror at bedtime as she tried to recall exactly what the news of course always the news so what of tomorrow? what of next week? what is certain? february snow
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.
I have a dormant blog with posts going back to 2004 at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages - http://patteran.typepad.com - and I'm a radio ham. My callsign is G0EUV