Author Archives: Catastrophe Jones
Return 2
The creature was a fascination; the captain hadn’t come back in hours and no one had thought to call out. When our band crested the ridge, the few children left to us ran down the muddied, rocky slope, heedless of … Continue reading
For Trent (And Bill, and the people who read the refrigerator note but don't understand it…)
Maybe because it is spring I am naked and whitegreen, newly formed and forming. Maybe because I want the wind on my face and at my back. Maybe because I am burned by the sun but need it to blind … Continue reading
For Trent (And Bill, and the people who read the refrigerator note but don’t understand it…)
Maybe because it is spring I am naked and whitegreen, newly formed and forming. Maybe because I want the wind on my face and at my back. Maybe because I am burned by the sun but need it to blind … Continue reading
Return
In the aftermath, there were those who uncovered the dead, and those who buried them. There were no services, no names, and no mark-stones. No one would look upon the fields sown with blood and ash. We were wide-eyed under … Continue reading
Kneel
Listen, listen. Ear to the door and you can hear the heavy bass and slow, nearly-non-existant drums of something Top 40 Generic; she plays it while she lays on the floor and looks for galaxies in the texture of the … Continue reading