Author Archives: Catastrophe Jones
Jones
Some days, she does not bother getting out of bed. Some days, she looks from the clock to the wall. Some days, she drinks more than she eats. Some days, she vomits more than she drinks. Some days, she cries, … Continue reading
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You and I
I still think of and am caught up short by the memory of your eyes, your mouth. I have never beheld your true face nor have I kissed you but I know what you taste like. I know it because … Continue reading
Garden
Garden was a peaceful enough place; all of us came here, but most of us to visit at least once, before our final resting time. I had walked through its paths many times; the faces I saw were familiar, old … Continue reading