Author Archives: Dick Jones

HOW IT IS. I’m old and I shall die soon. This much is true. For much of the time nowadays such anguished queries as to what manner of ‘soon’? whose ‘soon’? when does ‘soon’ transmute into pretty much now? go … Continue reading →

Old Man’s Tears There is a plantcalled old man’s tears.A thwart, disnatured thing,tall, but crooked tall,not bold tall likeits companions all around. And its leaves are thinner,but they’re fiercer,like its flower, which, thoughchewed and ragged, stillstares bright into the world. … Continue reading →

skies that make islandsof familiar treesand cause us to imaginegreat waters in betweennear and far and so probabilityyields to dreamingand there are wings

Proposition. A song is a song and a poem is a poem.They share words but they don’t share function.I wrote this as a poem and then Steve Moorby ofMoorbyJones, the band we share with his daughterGemma Moorby, set it to … Continue reading →

Even when you know that with any given poetry magazine receiving maybe 3,000 submissions a month, the chances of acceptance are minimal, it can be a rough push in the chest when yours is rejected. Against the inevitable sense of … Continue reading →

i leave the earthin vapour evenunder a winter suni become a cold-shouldered clouduneven inconstanti hide the skyand you wonderwill we ever knowblue aroundour heads againi eatthe children cloudswhere they playand become all heftand hubrisbut as empires fallso i fragmentand the … Continue reading →