Dollar Tales from the Morbid Museum: Creatures

The latest installment of the Dollar Tales series was released today and is available for download on Amazon Kindle. Purchase eBook Here. This eBook will be available for free download at the end of May as part of the Free eBook Fridays. Creatures features 4 short stories, one of which is previously unpublished. Tales of aliens, urban legends, science experiments, and giant turtles skilled in marital arts. These stories among others are to be featured in the full collection of short stories titled “The Morbid Museum.” The release date is pending. Be sure to check out the other books in the Dollar Tales series, “The Ghosts Inside” and “Flash Fiction.”

Welcome to the Creatures Exhibit. Visitors to the Morbid Museum seek the dark and twisted corners of the world. They are both terrified and intrigued by the unknown. Tales of killers, monsters, and madmen are curated by the Master of Death, Mr. Siris Grim. Mr. Grim collects the darkness that everyone attempts to hide and displays it within the corridors of his gruesome gallery. Who will be next to purchase a ticket and walk the halls of the Morbid Museum?

Poetry Monday: Castrate the Rapists

Explicit Content Warning

A group rallied
To make rape
I was angry – 
That night at work,
A female coworker
Said some guy
Said weird things
Then got her a drink;
A soda.
It tasted weird.
She didn’t feel well.
We kicked him out.
I have zero
Tolerance for
I’d rather
Have my dick
Cut off
Than force
Onto someone – 
I just want
To be loved

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Brink of Day

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Whiskey Tales and Spells

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The dawn paints love notes

with words of emoted hue

Fine lines of arousal and 

promises of celestial view

Noon brings harsh light 

fading the denim of our desire

Reality hides in the acrid smoke

left in the wake of our carnal fire

Nightfall offers the comfort of shadows

where our kisses slowly melt

Knowing time ticks nonchalantly

as heart break is brutally dealt

©04/2019 (revised)

I am in the process of revisiting some of my earlier poetry — polishing a few while recognizing some are lost causes.  This is one I resurrected.

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