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, 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 (https://www.facebook.com/moorbyjones?ref=aymt_homepage_panel + http://www.moorbyjones.net/). I play the same instruments in the Celtic/English/Americana/acoustic ambient trio Escher's Dream. 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

UP

Posted on Dec 8, 2019

UP The ice is melting. It pinks and shivers like thin music. Black windows in the ground go soft and vanish. Cobweb dewdrops glow like moonstones in the dark blue before dawn. You wake. You breathe deep. First light, bright … Continue reading →

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Posted on Dec 1, 2019

            EVENT HORIZON I saw Eternity the other night Like a great ring of pure and endless light… HENRY VAUGHAN A dark treat, this sudden encounter with death. Entering the unlit room and expecting the … Continue reading →

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LARKS ASCENDING

Posted on Nov 22, 2019

LARKS ASCENDING I was 13 and staying with family friends in a damp, dilapidated but beautiful manor house called The Old Hall just outside the village of Reedham in Norfolk. Family friends John and Joyce Jacobs were running it as … Continue reading →

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THE WALL IS DOWN!

Posted on Nov 9, 2019

DIE MAUER IST RUNTER The wall is down. Incredulous we contemplate, through raw gateways, dawn in the West. You, the baker, me, the busdriver, there the student carrying a flag, there the woman who cannot forget or forgive; we move … Continue reading →

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Posted on Oct 25, 2019

In 2015 Natalie d’Arbeloff and I had our collaborative work on Blaise Cendrars’ ‘La Prose du Transsiberien et de la Petite Jehanne de France’ published by the Old Stile Press, I translated the epic poem and Natalie created the illustrations. … Continue reading →

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MOTHER RUSSIA.

Posted on Oct 9, 2019

As stated a few weeks back, I visited Russia at the end of the ’90s and witnessed briefly the beginnings of the silent revolution that brought about the collapse of the Soviet Union, briefly presaged the advent of authentic democracy … Continue reading →

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Posted on Sep 27, 2019

NIGHT POACHERS Full moon bold as a cry, clean as new ice. Two men running noiseless across frozen fields. Gin traps in canvas bags rattle like teeth. They fall laughing in clouds into the lee of a wall. A dog … Continue reading →

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