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How Sharp It Felt

Posted on August 8, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

This one lover of mine, we talked the other night, while he laid in bed, after finally turning off the laptop. He sent me pictures of his face as he laid in shadow, his features illuminated by the cold white … Continue reading →

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Smiling For No Reason

Posted on August 5, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

I think about it often — what would happen. How it might work. I dream up scenarios, and when I am alone at work, alone in my office. When I am on the bus. When I am buying baguettes and … Continue reading →

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Deep Questions

Posted on August 4, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

Who will I cry to when you’re gone away, when you’re gone away to where you think you belong, when you’re with your tribe, when you find the people who will never betray you, never lie to you, never tell … Continue reading →

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August Third – Remnants of a Hot Day

Posted on August 3, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

Your cock aches to fit into me. You hold it in your fist; make me take it. I tell you all about how much I loved it, all about our last visit, all about our last bit of play, on … Continue reading →

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Blank Verse Thing

Posted on August 2, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

There she stood with flag unfurling, watching o’er the battle’s ending– watching o’er the bloody ending– while the bodies piled below her. There he stood that misty morning, watching blood run from her country, watching hope run from her country, … Continue reading →

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