Author Archives: Catastrophe Jones

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.

Understanding

When realization comes, it’s a flood, the red tide that is at once both loss and renewal, depending upon whose shores the waves break. No tags for this post.

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Some Other Girl

I am 5,and a boy in my kindergarten classpulls his pants down in front of mein the shared classroom toilet.“You should lick it,” he says,demanding,shaking himself in front of me.“That’s what girls are for.” I am 10,away from home for … Continue reading

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Are we there yet?

dark things swim below the surfacedark fish under dark watersilverscale shining now and thenan ideaa memorybut they too stir up the murkturn the water turbidmake what was clear something elsesomething lesssomething more leaving me with more questionsthan answersmore ruinthan creation … Continue reading

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Anti/mimesis

I consume what I have created,Saturn devouring his son,and then cry at what I have wrought,skrik.Time and space pin me to the spot, above my headthe starry night.And sometimes all I am is a glove for someone else’s hunger,a soft … Continue reading

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I believe you/them/mostly me

EVERYTHINGWASONFIRETHATNIGHT and all I can remember is this: You’re one of the best brightest spots How odd to know they will come for meI have no doubtsbut alsoI have no regrets No tags for this post.

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