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.
This is Issue #104 of DeathWatch, an ongoing Serial. Click that link to go find ‘A Beginning’ and read from there, if you need to catch up. Happy Reading! PREVIOUS * * * With his sharp steel put away, the … Continue reading →
Posted in Deathwatch, Fiction, Serial
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Tagged Adoria, airships, army, battle, battlefield, bloody, death, deathwatch, Djara, fiction, Hana, Ilona, Ilonan, Jules, Kieron, Maxima, serial, Tropaeum, TS Jacob, writing
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I have learned about myself things I didn’t want to know. I didn’t dig these things up; I left them, let them lie, for a reason. A reason that escapes me now; what have I been afraid of? The answers, … Continue reading →
Posted in Poetry
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Tagged choices, decisions, depression, fiction, hamlet, life, poem, poems, poetry, to be or not to be, writing
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Poppies in the rear view mirror. I look back, and I imagine what I remember. Red blossoms across a white shirt, a white throat. Flanders Fields, for an army of angels who had no wings and no idea but plenty … Continue reading →
Posted in Fiction, Poetry
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Tagged angel, blood, death, dream, fear, monster, murder, nightmare, poem, poems, poetry, suicide, writing
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and I have nothing left to give I have nothing left in me I am nothing left I hope tomorrow is better than tonight but if I go to bed, oh god what happens if I go to bed and … Continue reading →
Posted in Poetry
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Tagged anxiety, depression, free verse, late night, mental illness, poem, poems, poetry, sleep deprivation, struggle, worries, writing
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You may have noticed the Audio Version of #DeathWatch hasn’t come out — but I have a good reason, I swear. I started recording, and I was doing just fine until it came time to ‘do the voices’. In my … Continue reading →
