Author Archives: Dick Jones

THERE IS A COURTYARD There is a courtyard in between sleep and awake and within its walls the light is different and the darkness unfamiliar. And whilst slowly crossing its uneven cobbles, surprised at where you are, voices may call … Continue reading →

Definition of incunabulum in English from the Oxford Dictionary: incunabulum noun plural incunabula • An early printed book, especially one printed before 1501. Origin Early 19th century: from Latin incunabula (neuter plural) ‘swaddling clothes, cradle’, from in- ‘into’ + cunae … Continue reading →

In 2015 Old Stile Press published my translation of the Belgian poet Blaise Cendrars’ epic early 20th century poem The Trans-Siberian Prosody and Little Jeanne from France, illustrated by my friend the artist Natalie d’Arbeloff. The publishers described the work thus: … Continue reading →

Having just had rejected three hard-won poems (this following a very long period in a sort of creative cone of silence), I’m self-administering a couple of drafts of well-constituted reassurance. The first is in the form of a rejection letter … Continue reading →

This poem works on a repeated every-other-line full rhyme. I started it as little more than an exercise to try to ease myself back into writing regularly, but then, because of the nature of the theme and its context within … Continue reading →

My friend Jacqui Bertrand (Stather) died suddenly on January 29th All who knew Jacqui will remember her in colour! She radiated enthusiasm, anger, joy, outrage, hope, passion and love in equally extravagant measure. She carried these qualities through life and … Continue reading →

In a glass cabinet amongst the packed and stacked exhibits in the extraordinary Grant Museum of Zoology and Comparative Anatomy on University Street in Bloomsbury, there is a jar of moles. Fascinated, I sat at a table opposite the exhibit … Continue reading →

DREAM DAD I had a dream about my father. And in the golden mean between its full embrace and its breaking splinters, lapping and overlapping like a fractured bell, a truth was shrill and clear.           … Continue reading →

After a lengthy period of not writing any poetry at all, I was delighted to be ambushed late last summer by several poems – or rather opening salvoes from them – more or less simultaneously. I was in Paris, sitting … Continue reading →

I’m delighted to be supporting actively the Kelli Russell Agodon and Donna Vorreyer blogger poet Revival Tour. Everything’s explained by my old friend and fellow contributor Dave Bonta so I shall simply post accordingly. Starting with a double header. First, a … Continue reading →