Author Archives: Catastrophe Jones
Love’s Lorica
I arise todayThrough a mighty strength, the invocation of Love, Through a belief in Love, Through confession of love Of the love of Love. I arise today Through the strength of Love, Through the strength of Love, Through the strength of Love, Through the strength of Love. … Continue reading
I bring her red fruits
Love is messy, ruinous, and sweet, I think, paused for a moment in my efforts for my beloved, fingers stained, nails dug into flesh, flecks of red splashed up my arms, my cheek. I draw the knife around the dark … Continue reading
What’s new
I wake up alone, and it isn’t new, butit is earth shatteringevery time.The bed is always cold on that side,cold enough it tries to pull the heat from me.You’re somewhere far, and I haven’t been able to reach you.It isn’t … Continue reading
What You Ought To Be Taught
You whimper, a kicked dogbut refuse to stayinstead playing dead at my feet.I could help you if only you wouldbare your throatto bear my collar. The mewlingisn’t warranted, you know.I’ve never raised a hand to youbecause you don’t wantthat sort … Continue reading
This Thing
It’s not a thundering but a rhythmic stutter, a seizing beat, a rapidfire-horse-hooves-in-the-mud kind of pounding, like it could break through its bone cage, a strange clattering of opened-wing hopes and clutched-talon fears, a gasping, reaching, aching kind of pulse, … Continue reading