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Within

Posted on October 27, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

There is this in within me, where I have tattooed black stars. They are where the in within me reaches out to come out, where I am feather and hollow bone. Where I am not as sturdy as I look, … Continue reading →

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Sensing Autumn

Posted on October 22, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

Seasons darken and come round again to this dark time, where the candles come out, and all round are spectres of the past, of what might have been, of cold drafts and dark thoughts and an inability to get and … Continue reading →

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