Author Archives: Catastrophe Jones

When I was a little girl, maybe no more than five or six, I woke up in the morning with a spiderbite on one hip. Red and angry and wild, it flared to the size of my palm, disturbed by … Continue reading →

Liquid rush, heat, sensation, a pattering sound, drip drip drip warm against the skin and why, why are things gone gray and muzzy? I can taste salt and copper, and feel the heat of the white sun like a weight … Continue reading →

“I’ve got you.” He had said it a thousand times, and it was the only thing she could hear these days that didn’t make her want to flinch. Everyone else had words to give, but they were far more hollow. … Continue reading →

“I’ve got you.” He had said it a thousand times, and it was the only thing she could hear these days that didn’t make her want to flinch. Everyone else had words to give, but they were far more hollow. … Continue reading →