Author Archives: Catastrophe Jones

“It’s dark now and the fireflies sing but they don’t come down they don’t come down to where I am, where I’ve been and what I can see if I close. I closed at the daylight, only one kind of … Continue reading →

“It’s dark now and the fireflies sing but they don’t come down they don’t come down to where I am, where I’ve been and what I can see if I close. I closed at the daylight, only one kind of … Continue reading →

“I can almost–” she breathes, eyes squinched shut behind black lashes laid to pale and cherryspot cheeks as she claws the air, fingertips trembling, hand electrified, splayed as though it could hold all of the everything if only she spread … Continue reading →

Waking up was instant — eyes were closed, then they were open. She blinks, looks around, and immediately sits up, hissing in pain as she unclenches her hands, dropping a small handful of old bottlecaps into her blanketed lap. “Oh,” … Continue reading →