Author Archives: Catastrophe Jones
Cute, quaint, and perhaps a bit country
The smile of the angel is torture and rapture. The kiss of the whore is always the same. Is it any wonder we expect our pleasure to come with a measure of delirious pain?
To Be Memorable
If I cut away this flesh and I strip away this voice and I reduce myself to the nothing but 1s and 0s that will ultimately be left behind, I am not entirely sure I see enough of anything to … Continue reading
Man Enough
I’m worried I won’t be the man you need. I worry I’m not enough to fulfill you. I worry I’m not strong enough, not big enough, not hard enough. Even in my most perfect days, I already know I’m not … Continue reading
Doubt
Once you were between my legs, and you saw me — not the man I pretend to be, but just me. “Just look at how wet you are for me,” you said. It was one of the only times I … Continue reading
Last Night
Bela woke up one morning with a pain in his left eye. He remembered why when he got into the bathroom, and saw the black circle around it. With a sigh, he popped some Advil, and got some ice. After … Continue reading