Jill Jones



Raven Malley’s Statement

It's all incomplete. The seasons win that battle, but these poems, published for the first time here, are the wild surprise of women, of Malley girls. The Malley man was true as he was taken, still is. He is our …

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Raven Malley: When He Was Maximised

RAVEN MALLEY is the daughter of Ethel Malley. She lived for most of the 1970s in a commune on the North Coast, Woomynlaynd, but after finally learning how to spell she moved back to Croydon and has devoted herself to re-inventing the lost works of her mother, who she believes was wrongly characterised as a suburban philistine due to a forged letter. Raven is writing a potentially explosive expose of the true Malley behind the ectoplasm, which asks “who really wrote Ern's poems?”

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Maria Christoforatos Reviews Jill Jones

As I sat reading Struggle and Radiance in my local laundromat and occasionally looked out at the pub or the tendrils of exhaust fumes across the road, I found there was plenty that was unapologetically radiant in these poems and the word ‘struggle' in the title suggested an unnecessary weight or polarity to this collection.

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Morning Rattles the Clouds

Morning sun online helpless against                     swept across news waked to sultry trade Whenever I fly easy           wings rattle shame, well – got me, baby, up against the fence (way you do/ shame on you) Construction elbows shadow scaffolding halfway up, …

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Morning/Rattles/Clouds

Arctic patrol 1942     1. Shore leave In the ignored morning spent early firing guns turning my ears inside out got cleaned up caught the truck and train visited my good friend Fox in the Basement Bar   2. …

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Taipei Breathing

For 14 days over Christmas 2001-2, I spent time with friends in Taipei, capital city of Taiwan. These are some brief impressions of my time there. Quotes are from work in progress.

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The Mini-Series

Dads play with old train sets – 'It wouldn't kill you to be nice.' On the soft beach when there's no surf. It's the little things you do for five per cent deposit. The bar is empty Send them home …

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