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.

One Wish

I walked by with my brokenfingerhands and I saw you there with her. I saw the way your eyes tracked her smile and the way your whole self was alive, loving her. I love you more than I love breathing, … Continue reading

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Recipe for When You’re Grieving

Use a heavy-bottomed pan, a big one. Drop in some butter. Top and tail and peel sweet onions. Chop them slowly, and let yourself cry. Sweat the onions in the butter; add salt and pepper. Stir until everything is soft. … Continue reading

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All The Same

You didn’t stay the night. (I wanted you to.) All of the aching I have known in the hours, years, centuries I have known you, has been born of those singular desires we’ve been taught we aren’t allowed to have. … Continue reading

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A Story About Fishes, part 2

[part one] “You!” said Tiri, looking for the voice. “You’re a fish!” “That I am,” said the fish. “You are not.” “No, I’m Tiri,” said Tiri. “Not a fish at all.” “But you are in my waters, Tiri-Not-A-Fish-At-All.” “It’s just … Continue reading

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Future-telling

Do you think you are untouchable? Nightly we plan the ways to unravel your skin dismantle the bones of your power and spill the blood of your oppression from the broken statue of your chest Nightly Nightly we weave and … Continue reading

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