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 ( 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 ( 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 - - and I'm a radio ham. My callsign is G0 EUV.


With age comes impermanence. It’s always there, of course, but back then it’s a football team’s trajectory of success, the potted plant that you want to make it past autumn, your child’s delight in things that are not of this … Continue reading

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‘A RED SUN SETS IN THE WEST’ During the three consecutive summers of 1990, ’91 and ’92 in company with students and fellow teachers from Frensham Heights School, I visited Russia at a time of extraordinary change. Although our visits were relatively … Continue reading

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50 years since the first moon landing. What of Michael Collins, who stayed on board Apollo 11..? MICHAEL COLLINS ORBITS THE MOON I am elected watchman. It’s my lot to turn and turn in my tiny cradle. Not my fortune … Continue reading

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HOLY WRIT They gave us God at infant school: some illustrated stories           and a picture on the wall –           that Jesus with a lantern lifted high. He’s looking for a … Continue reading

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THE WELL-MADE DOOR There’s much to be said for the well-made door. This one, smoked black by time, hangs like a heavyweight, shuffles through his quarter-turn singing deep of the long years, of a conspiracy once of oak and iron: … Continue reading

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As we move deeper into the 21st century there can be few across the span of generations whose lives have not been, or are not now, touched by that broad musical genre whose pan-cultural influence has been an integral part … Continue reading

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There was still something I could do: I could tell the world. Leslie L. Hardman, ‘The Survivors: The Story of the Belsen Remnant’. A couple of years ago, with my sons Lindsay (who lives and works in Germany) and Reuben … Continue reading

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