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Ctch Bsnss - Every assertion is cast in excruciating doubt. Is it 4 am? Am I able to? What is sacred? What is an act? Whether we know for sure or not, we always will. Knowing while not knowing, that’s the paradox that drives this meditation on dialogue in the digital age

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Ctch Bsnss, Able To/Always Will, Civil Coping Mechanisms, 2016.


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“A tale of elusive revelations is rendered through interruptions and undercuts in Ctch’s Able To/Always Will. Like the thin lines of this snakelike text, meaning bares itself undeniably and a breath later, twists and coils back into the basket of the charmer. Every assertion is cast in excruciating doubt. Is it 4 am? Am I able to? What is sacred? What is an act? Whether we know for sure or not, we always will. Knowing while not knowing, that’s the paradox that drives this meditation on dialogue in the digital age.”–Monica McClure


“Beneath Ctch Bsnss’s yearning is a reminder of the persistence of language at its most magical, and of the consequences of the sometimes crippling burden of society’s claim on women: to be able / to rise to the occasion / to always do what’s best.” –Laura Theobald




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Ctch Bsnss, GHOST GFS, Electric Cereal, 2015. 


GHOST GFS is a poetic narrative about a manipulative relationship which is first initiated online. Ctch Bsnss vividly chronicles her emotions through her time as a ghost, a shell of her self, who is never truly known by her partner but remains a haunting presence. In GHOST GFS, Ctch Bsnss creates a document of solidarity for those who have experienced similar pains and hauntings.

Catch Business’ GHOST GFS is luminescent. The velocity of these poems creates the illusion of each line manifesting in real-time, revealing a unique voice that’s both painstakingly deliberate and achingly open. Ethereal yet modern, hopeful yet devastating, GHOST GFS is like reading someone’s gchat conversation with the void.– Sonya Vatomsky

This book feels like solitary confinement, like a fever dream in your childhood bed, like a pool of blood in black & white film, like the way the body stains its own clothes, like a mouth after two cigarettes, like a skinned knee like a badge, like a fucked up palm reading, like seriously alone in the dark, like vomiting on a flowerbed, like your best friend bottoming out, like a t-shirt over a bare chest, like an invisible flag waving, like real bravery, like talking to yourself until you fall asleep, like white noise, like the brain recalling as it loses consciousness: fear, death, sex, screens, loneliness. This book makes me feel like I am not real, & that feels really, really good. – Kelly Schirmann

just like me
loud enough so
you can like me
i ask if you’ve cheated
or if you would
and we decide
if you want her
you will tell me
you don’t have to
i hear her
in your pill-dry voice
fringed elements
of our emotions
you say we need to work on us
that there is no me in me now
so what else can i show you?
other than the limbs bent before you
i believed i would never bend again
not for her not for your love of her
and not for a fantasy of three
as if these possibilities
occurred outside of the we
she defined for you
to use on me
lesson plans to reflect
intrigue with your clumsy tongue
invitations carried thru
the nameless crowd
she asked to sit near you
behind a sequined mask
i could’ve become
a chance for you to feel
what she made you feel


Interview: Catch Business


Interview with Ctch Bsnss


Catch Business is the author of GHOST GFS (Electric Cereal, 2015) and ABLE TO / ALWAYS WILL (Civil Coping Mechanisms, 2016) as well as the chapbook Bye, Product (Be About It, 2015). She is the Founding Poetry Editor of Witch Craft Magazine and Chapbook Coordinator at Sad Spell Press. Tumblr / Twitter / FB

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