Monthly Archives: August 2014

Love in the 616

Posted on August 9, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

How much more blessed can I be than to have you always waking next to me, wings unfolding, sky unraveling, world un-done-coming, sweet kind of honey bliss untempered untouched by anything resembling time? In our next life, I’ll peel you … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

Alcoholic

Posted on August 8, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

I imagine the way you taste must be like wine, the fruit of your lips crushed against mine, the pop and sweetsour of you on my tongue. Tonight, damn the coming hangover, I will get drunk on your kisses.

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

Tonight's special. You get two posts.

Posted on August 7, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

I finished writing the goddamned book. I feel a little like throwing up. That’s either a weird form of relief, or a desperate need to sleep. Goodnight, everybody.

Posted in Announcements, Real Life | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Tonight’s special. You get two posts.

Posted on August 7, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

I finished writing the goddamned book. I feel a little like throwing up. That’s either a weird form of relief, or a desperate need to sleep. Goodnight, everybody.

Posted in Announcements, Real Life | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

It's funny, I promise

Posted on August 7, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

I fail to understand many things in my day to day life. What I believe I understand above all, however, is this:

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment