Anne JonesI Fell in Love, & Realized I’m Not as Fucked as I Thought.A little short of a year ago I wrote an essay, self titled as “Too Fucked to Fall in Love”. Looking back in just the span of a few short…Dec 9, 2021Dec 9, 2021
Anne JonesA Drunk Existential Crisis of an Anxious 20-somethingI’m so distubed. Everything in the world is collapsing upon itself like some sick jenga game I never asked to be a part of. I never wanted…Dec 9, 2021Dec 9, 2021
Anne JonesJust a Man who loves Hand TowelsHe loved hand towels. He loved the way they rubbed the softness of his hands after long days. He loved their beauty, the way they tied a…Dec 9, 2021Dec 9, 2021
Anne JonesToo Fucked to Fall in LoveThere was a time a few years back when I used to ask questions about love. I would drool with dewey eyes at the thought of a boy loving me…Dec 9, 2021Dec 9, 2021
Anne JonesMy FishIt was near 6 am as pink flushed the East and the sun had chosen to peak its cheeks above the pulsing shore beneath our sandy toes. As I…Mar 4, 2021Mar 4, 2021
Anne JonesI hate writingSocks on. Desk clean. Glasses placed. 30 minutes that’s all you need. That’s what they say right? Practice everyday and it will move like…Mar 4, 2021Mar 4, 2021
Anne JonesThere’s a missing piece in a place i’ll never findIt was lost before I even knew it was goneOct 5, 2020Oct 5, 2020
Anne Jonesunder the red lightUnder the red light, cold shivers of silent whispers crowd empty streets, but the cold isn’t what conjures the chaos. It’s the lack of…Nov 21, 2019Nov 21, 2019