Author Archives: Catastrophe Jones
Porcelain
In the background, she talks to her grandmother, and I can hear her over the caterwauling of whatever song it is I’m listening to. She talks and walks and turns on all the lights in the house because that is … Continue reading
Clawing
Out of the ground they come, the earth retching them up, sicking them up. It started only a few days ago, in the middle of an otherwise calm morning. When I saw it happen, in my head I heard the … Continue reading
Baby got an atom bomb…
I remember these things like raindrops on my skin, subtle beats that set up this pitter patter echoed on the inside of my bones. Words and words and your touch. I remember your touch, even if you don’t want me … Continue reading
Return 3
It was the captain who noticed the significance of the feathers first — the children were simply busy playing with them, while some of the followers gathered up the downy ones and stuffed them into sacks. It walked with us, … Continue reading