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.

Direction

Posted on April 19, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

Freedom from what ails me, a darkened thing that hovers near when I am smile-smiling, when I am face-facing, when I am talk-talking to the blank-eyed, loveless, heartsick, soulworn, limping wisps that try to pull me off my path. I … Continue reading →

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morning haiku

Posted on April 18, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

veritable ghost winter’s cold crow hands grabbing withered grey-wight sky

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Wink, wink–

Posted on April 17, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

Bite through my ripe, pink flesh into the redder core of me, juicy-sweet, crisp-tart — bountiful, my love, bountiful, your hunger. Unified in desire, thrilled in joining, if you get my meaning.

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Be Satisfied

Posted on April 16, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

It is time you opened your eyes to the warmth of me, opened your lips to the bright of me. I have dreamt of you since before you talked to me of fever dreams and red thread. I have only … Continue reading →

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In The Coming Dark

Posted on April 15, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

I knew you, before I became another. I held you, kissed you, before I was promised. Childhood secrets, things shared behind closed doors — hopes and dreams and fears. And if I am never the one your father would choose … Continue reading →

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