SUMMER BRIDGE

It was summer in the Sierra Nevada. There was a couple by the brook. He lay on his back, staring at her as she sat smoking. They were laughing together, both a little high already, lost in the moment. Her eyes were dark and clear, like the night sky on a crisp winter night. His…

SUNBIRD

He wears gold and cashmere. He dreams in ancient languages, he interprets his visions at dawn, under the rising gold rays of a newborn sun.Today he notices a stone beneath the maple roll itself over and break apart. A hatchling is released, naked, into the world, its purple eyes bulging like raisins, the point of…

TERRACOTTA

Some days you find yourself in the woods, wandering the banks of a shallow lake. There is a great old willow on the island that breaks the surface in the heart of the lake, surrounded by king cups and gunnera. The water is clear and shimmers with the movements of tadpoles and carp and tiny…

CORPSE REVIVER NO.2

6pm. Visiting hour. The hospital smelled like disinfectant and Bovril. A nurse asked who I was there to see, and my relation to the patient.“Sister, I guess.”She gestured me through to a ward. There were 8 beds all in a row, three had the curtains drawn around them. In the bed nearest to the window…

Pocket Sized Poetry Zine 1

I made a zine (for my uni project) ((i hope turn it in doesn’t hate me for posting it online)) It’s printable!!! If you have access to a printer and feel inclined to you can print it off and have your own personal copy 🙂 zine comes in pre-coloured or you can colour it in…

Siân Jones

Making poetry and other things, bare with me