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.

DeathWatch No. 3 – He Realized Who He Was

This is Issue #3 of DeathWatch, an ongoing Serial. If you haven’t read the first three parts, click that link and go to ‘Ongoing’, find ‘A Beginning’ — start there, so it makes more sense. PREVIOUS * * * Like … Continue reading

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Sky In My Pocket

When I was a young man, I did not tell anyone about the time I tied feathers to my arms and tried to fly. I did not have the gift Icarus’s father had, of being able to build something perfect, … Continue reading

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Because I Plan on Living Forever

I won’t give up our secrets until you’re cold and I have stopped mourning you. (or maybe before; how could I ever stop?) Then I’ll take out a 2 page ad in the New York Times, and tell the world. … Continue reading

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The Stings Our Hearts Get

You might have been my first, leaving me humiliated, wondering what I’d done wrong, how I could’ve been better for you. I realized later, when I heard she ate sticks of butter and cut herself for attention, that sometimes the … Continue reading

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The Spaces Of Me

There are times I think about singing to you, calling you up from miles away and singing to you all the songs that used to be ours, but aren’t anymore. I wonder if you gave them away like I had … Continue reading

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