Name (Chris Jones Poem)
His name has been ghosted over the fence, leaving an alias, burn, prison clothes. I'm half the man, he says, ...
Chris Jones Poems (4 Poems)
Work (Chris Jones Poem)
I caught rumours of some internal hearing then you appeared with tears squeezing your eyes, hands scrunched up like a ...
The Emergency Drill (Chris Jones Poem)
We sat in the belly of the aeroplane and held out for sirens to swerve across the grass; men with ...
Moth Collectors (Chris Jones Poem)
When our moggy brings in moths, she squeaks through the kitchen, tips between her teeth, and scoots upstairs to scuff ...