Sian FullertonTogetherThere is a callus on her finger Where a ring had rubbed the thin skin dry for six years It is a dainty band; slight in size and value His…Oct 3, 2019Oct 3, 2019
Sian FullertonThe Best of BCAll the greens. I love the greens here. My window has the most beautiful aspect. Layers of different emerald boughs – at least five…Jul 2, 2019Jul 2, 2019
Sian FullertonSalt Water and SnowSunny Richards lay in the sea grass, expecting nasties to abound. But there were none. This was friendly grass — no snakes or spiders or…Sep 7, 2018Sep 7, 2018
Sian Fullerton6 Reasons Why I Hate ListiclesListicles feel superior and prescriptive. I can’t stand how they declare opinions disguised as facts. It’s the author telling me what they…Aug 12, 2018Aug 12, 2018
Sian FullertonSymbols of Corporeal Atrocity Rendered in SkinScars of the skin are a strange thing. They can be proof of a battle, pain, courage, invincibility. They’re a permanent, tangible reminder…Jul 7, 2018Jul 7, 2018
Sian FullertonHummingbirdShe is not a possession to have, take care of, lose and recover.Apr 24, 2018Apr 24, 2018
Sian FullertonLight Through the CracksThe high-pitched squeal scared the crap out of both of them. Who would have thought a hot pink kid’s bike horn could be so offensive?Apr 19, 2018Apr 19, 2018
