PLAY | Bethany Jones

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I founded Bare Bones, a writing club for creatives to help copywriters make better work through monthly challenges and meet ups.

Wulf & Eadwacer

After translating my favourite Old English tale, I decided to breathe a little more life into it by turning it into a pop up book.

Wulf & Eadwacer

His life would be a grave gift to my kinsmen, Will they violently consume him? Will they not see him as a gift? It is different for us.

Wulf is on one island and I on another. His fate sealed fast by fen and fierce men, Wilful are they to absorb him then; But will they find foe? or friend as I do. There is a difference between us.

I follow, dogged, his wandering tracks, and it just won’t. Stop. Raining.

Here I found pleasure until pleasure was kept at bay. Even the arbour he made won’t keep thundering heavens away. Wulf, my wulf, my hopes; my longings Have made me so sick from your seldom comings.

It is my soul not my stomach that craves your flesh, Don’t you hear me now? Don’t you still watch over my soul? Then bear our pup to a forest, made of your limbs.

One can easily sever sinews never sewn in a riddle. This will be, our song. Together.

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nostalgiafilms

I used to volunteer at a small charity & publishing house in Manchester.

I developed a project called the Nostalgia Films. In the hopes of easing the effects of dementia, we got volunteers to dig deep in their memories, offering photos and questions as stimulation.