Author Archives: Dick Jones

Our band MoorbyJones just laid down the basic tracks for a song called Light is a Story. It’s to be the next single so a good deal of construction needs to be done over the next few weeks before a … Continue reading →

THE ANARCHIST CAFÉ Anarchists should open cafes.Spill the ill-assorted chairsand tables onto the pavement.Go heavy with the red paprika,shower down the black pepper.Have trans and Roma waitersto glide between the tables,taking orders couched as poems.Decorate the walls with graffitopics of … Continue reading →

MY DANCE PARTNERMy shadow could be any age,sharpened to a T bya stare-me-down sun.My sideways self glidingacross the straw and chafftells me as we walk ofhow things were, or howthings might have been.Like skidding down a slopeon scree, laughing, breathless,like … Continue reading →

When I climb the slopeof Bottom Field, I runmy open palm throughthe stalks of barley.The little cobs are greenand the stems area ghostly blue andthose grouped antennaeare just junior whiskers.This multitude, though young,has buried the hilland is its own horizon.I … Continue reading →

What’s the riskwe take, wethe music makers,compared tothe dancer’s shifting,slipping grip;the penalty taker’sinjudicious shot thathits the bar;the climber andher crew loston the implacablerock for afinal hand hold? For us maybea clinker droppedacross a piece ofpristine harmonybefore a crowdwe’re tryingto impress. … Continue reading →

Dog Latitudes §16as if the houseswere to be drawn acrossthe loose earth on whichthey stand and go downas if the trees that shield uswere to shake onceand follow the housesroots up and branches downeach the mirror of the otheras if … Continue reading →

trespasstwo paces offthe path andinside the cloisteredtrees /the brindled haresteps his paddlesfrom the freeearth’s edge andinto the governedbracken /you belong tomy two barrelssays the keepertheir two roundeyes  will watchyou through nettlesand brakes andbushy hollows rightup to myprivileged moment andyour reckoning … Continue reading →

how you arelonely in a crowdlike the mothinside the cageof handsand each wingbeatsheds moreof your powderand you can hearthe calm voicesand the sharedlaughter andthey think thatyou’re with themout in the lightbut where you areis entirely dark

stations. and do you findyou asked afterthe first bottle(hesitantly becausethis reunion sharedonly the fumesof a maybe past)that tears comemore readilythese days?oh yes i agreedbarely a daygoes past withoutyou lookedinto your glasslachrymae rerumyou pronouncedman’s relentlesscruelty to manas the default stateand far … Continue reading →

it was an omelettetwo eggs and somechopped mushroomsthe cat switched his tailas he always switched his tailwhen the evening pigeons settled on the hanging basketsone storey upshe poured a vodkathe last glass from the bottlefrom the belgorod relativesshe watched some … Continue reading →