Cris JonesOne Moment in TimeEvery Wednesday evening, Cloé commuted to the city for her ballet class. She always took the same train and had been going to the same…Jan 27, 2023Jan 27, 2023
Cris JonesJust ThoughtsI hate when it returns. When, for whatever reason, it takes hold of me again. It makes me feel like all the walls and surfaces are mirrors…Jun 14, 2022Jun 14, 2022
Cris JonesDreary Night(s)In the gallery of my mind There is loads for me to find It shows future, present and the past and — oh reader — the gallery is overcast…May 4, 2022May 4, 2022
Cris JonesDrunk BrainBeing drunk by yourself is weird. And dangerous — if you have a history of self-destructive behaviour. On the one hand it gets you out of…Feb 4, 2022Feb 4, 2022
Cris JonesAbout Being LostWe have this phrase of “getting lost in life”, and I believe it is what many people are deeply scared of. I — on the other hand — only…Jan 18, 2022Jan 18, 2022
Cris JonesAnxiety Has Claws With BarbsHave you ever lain in bed at night, trying to keep your eyes closed and your face muscles relaxed, breathing deeply and trying to keep your…Jan 7, 2022Jan 7, 2022
Cris Jones2021 – Or the Year I Became More Myself.And what a year it has been. It started our harmlessly, moving in its well-known and comfortable motions. I felt like I had settled, or…Dec 17, 2021Dec 17, 2021
Cris JonesRuminations About InsecurityI thought I was over it. Thought I left this little “why-don’t-you-like-me” version of myself back in my preteens. Turns out all it takes…Sep 7, 2021Sep 7, 2021
