Author Archives: Dick Jones

‘Abu Ward − whose name means “father of the flowers” − nurtured and tended to the plants that flourished under his care even as Aleppo and its inhabitants continued to die around them. “My place is worth billions of dollars” he … Continue reading →

For better or worse, this emerged more or less intact the other morning. I hope that it indicates that a door closed for a very long time has creaked open a little.

All tests, checks and balances have been conducted; all results are in. The bladder biopsy showed negative; the bone scan showed clear; the CT scan indicated no lymph node activity. My overall condition remains as it was, of course, and … Continue reading →

CALLING TIME First, try the wry smile over the rictus of despair. And then hope for a heartbeat steady as a pocket-watch against the busted ratchet spinning free. Then run your eye along the familiar horizon: so many trees in … Continue reading →

This morning a bone scan at Addenbrooke’s. Tonight the results of my biopsy. Tomorrow a repeated CT scan to check whether lymph activity is still in place. For me, the perfect storm. My vivid narrative ‘what-ifs’ – played back again … Continue reading →

When we’re born we come into the world in anger and confusion: all this cruel light, this abrasive air, the tyranny of gravity, these harsh voices… And then, as we breathe deep and the world embraces us, we embrace the … Continue reading →

I wrote my first poem at the age of 15. It was a war poem depicting my experiences in the trenches during the first Battle of the Somme. Or, to be more accurate, distilling the experiences of a range of … Continue reading →

Updates to Dick Jones, the Basement Tapes are suspended until I can access the files currently trapped within my old, now buggered iMac. Back soon…

The relentless pursuit of musical immortality through the ’70s and ’80s continues shortly…

With the gravity point of a distinct sense of identity, purpose and direction diffused, the component parts of Tintagel simply floated away into space, leaving nothing behind but vivid memories and an undischarged hire purchase agreement. Whilst the resultant free … Continue reading →