Tag Archives: self

I will be

Posted on June 11, 2016 by Catastrophe Jones

What is it we are running from if not the hatred we see in one another’s eyes? What is it we are dying from if not the weapons we wield against one another? Save me, sell me, make me into … Continue reading →

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I Don’t Mind

Posted on July 11, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

I am fishcaught mouthhooked (I should have learned to keep mine shut) on the barbed bits of you that have always, always lured me. Now I gasp, out of of breath, suffocating in your grasp. Only I couldn’t bear it … Continue reading →

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Transmorphosis (He knows)

Posted on June 14, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

He knows. He knows somewhere inside himself, he is alive. He knows if he cuts deep enough, someday he will find himself and pull himself out of her. He knows it will be like being born again, coming out of … Continue reading →

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So Much Fear

Posted on May 9, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

What am I besides so much air over a too-dry reed? What am I besides so much glitter to be blown in the wind? What am I besides so much fear? What am I?

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Fuck writing. Fuck the world. Fuck this, and this, and this, and everything else.

Posted on April 28, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

I’m posting today, but it isn’t fiction. Don’t ‘like’ this post, okay? I’m putting my cat to sleep this afternoon. He’s been my best friend of 10 years. My wife bought him for me before she was my wife. If … Continue reading →

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