Author Archives: Catastrophe Jones
A Story About Fishes, Another Part
When the sun was up and bread was hot enough to steam in the crisp air, Tiri took a loaf to the river, and sat on the bank while Hekka ran up and down it, barking at fallen leaves and … Continue reading
A Story About Fishes, Part Something
It was later, when she was older, but not old enough, that Tiri woke with a start one morning, saying aloud, “He never told me!” Hekka whuffed lowly, then yawned and stretched where she lay on the rug, then got … Continue reading
In A Fit of Pique
I did itjust to get it outjust to boil it offjust to make it soI wouldn’t have to thinkIt’s a little bit likewhen the seeds pop openand the whitegreen thingsreach for the upand the brownwhite thingsreach for the downI rememberall … Continue reading
The Fight (for Lewin)
She hasbitten-down nails,ragged tothequick.She hasferal teeth,gapped and sharp.She hascalves like bricks,thighs like leopard seals,smooth and ripplingwith liquid muscle.She isbeautiful and terrifying.She ishungry for it. I’molder,wiser,but perhaps a little weaker,a little saner.I’molder,wiser,and my teeth are duller,but my nails are longer,and my … Continue reading
Examining
White noise staticin the background,the talking, the talking — they talk.They keep at it, and I amlistening but notlistening, becauseI don’t have it in me. I think about it — what I have in me. I look through it, rummage … Continue reading