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.

Autumn

Posted on November 8, 2019 by Catastrophe Jones

I walked through the falling leaves and tasted the crisp fog and the maple air I ran my fingers over frost stone over spider rope over field lace and sky I did not miss you. I twisted braids of dough … Continue reading →

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She is Drowning

Posted on November 7, 2019 by Catastrophe Jones

She is drowning (I said) The water closing over her head over her fingertips She is drowning (I said) but the words were lost in the water She was me (I said)

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I see you

Posted on November 6, 2019 by Catastrophe Jones

I see you there With your soft smile and your bashful eyes But I also see you there With your angry hands and your tight jaw I see you there With your kind words and your gentleness But I also … Continue reading →

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Let’s bring back connection

Posted on October 25, 2019 by Catastrophe Jones

I don’t know which of you beautiful goblins out there needed to read everything, literally everything I’ve ever posted in the ‘grief’ and ‘loss’ tags — but whatever you’re going through, I’m sorry. DM me somewhere, ok? Everything is terrible, … Continue reading →

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Two can keep a secret

Posted on October 10, 2019 by Catastrophe Jones

I love you and your black heart, the way you answer me, when I call. I love you and your black heart, the way you laugh when I am just me. I love you and your black heart, the way … Continue reading →

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