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Every Time, For Him

Posted on May 12, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

It was easy to get caught up in the minutiae, easy to think of what she did, day to day, as the important stuff, when in fact it was the overarching pattern she’d wanted to accomplish. She didn’t do it … Continue reading →

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Cold As Ashes

Posted on May 10, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

Waking up in a bed was weird. It didn’t happen that often, these days. She opened her eyes, sticky and crusted with blood, and groaned at the obscene amount of sunlight in the room. Everything was quiet — the outside … Continue reading →

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100 Words: Far-Fetched

Posted on April 29, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

They said she was ridiculous, to believe in the thing she believed in. They said men like that, with fire in their eyes, fire in their hands — they didn’t exist. They said she didn’t exist. She knew they were … Continue reading →

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Five Ways Of Looking

Posted on March 12, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

I. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder at the forks in the road. Paths not taken. Discoveries not made. How would they have turned out? No different than anyone else looking back on their lives, but I feel infinitely ill-prepared … Continue reading →

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Hoped

Posted on February 18, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

I’d hoped we could be friends. I’d hoped we could be more. Maybe you’d leave your wife. Maybe I’d leave my husband. Maybe we’d buy a little shelter together, past the burned out Walmart and maybe I’d suckle six fat … Continue reading →

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