Author Archives: Dick Jones

About Dick Jones

I'm a post-retirement Drama teacher, currently working part-time. I have a grown-up son and daughter, two 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 (https://www.facebook.com/moorbyjones?ref=aymt_homepage_panel + http://www.moorbyjones.net/). 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 G0 EUV.

SEXING PLUMS

Each one has, in perfect symmetry, paired buttocks, smooth, undimpled, gently curved. So, gender notwithstanding, there’s something here for the most exacting student of anatomy. Now look further; check the contours of those cheeks: a face, half turned away – … Continue reading

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CALLING TIME.

CALLING TIME First, try the wry smile over the rictus of despair. And then hope for a heartbeat steady as a pocket-watch against the busted ratchet spinning free. Then run your eye along the familiar horizon: so many trees in … Continue reading

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SCANS…

This morning a bone scan at Addenbrooke’s. Tonight the results of my biopsy. Tomorrow a repeated CT scan to check whether lymph activity is still in place. For me, the perfect storm. My vivid narrative ‘what-ifs’ – played back again … Continue reading

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STAYING ALIVE…

When we’re born we come into the world in anger and confusion: all this cruel light, this abrasive air, the tyranny of gravity, these harsh voices… And then, as we breathe deep and the world embraces us, we embrace the … Continue reading

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TO HAVE AND HAVE NOT… When the muse goes west.

I wrote my first poem at the age of 15. It was a war poem depicting my experiences in the trenches during the first Battle of the Somme. Or, to be more accurate, distilling the experiences of a range of … Continue reading

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HOLD THE FRONT PAGE!

Updates to Dick Jones, the Basement Tapes are suspended until I can access the files currently trapped within my old, now buggered iMac. Back soon…

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MORE BASEMENT TAPES UPCOMING!

The relentless pursuit of musical immortality through the ’70s and ’80s continues shortly…

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