New Book Coming in September

I have a new book on the way, releasing on September 17 of this year. The Morbid Museum is a collection of short horror fiction. The prevailing theme is death. Curated by Siris Grim who may or may not be an immortal being, but he knows his museum stuff and his death stuff.

The collection includes 19 stories presented as exhibits in a museum. They are all framed around the story of the museum itself. It will release in both eBook and Paperback. You can pre-order the eBook now. It will deliver to the device of your choosing on September 17.

This is my first full-length collection of short fiction. Some of these stories I wrote many years ago and I’ve tweaked and edited them over time. A trained eye will notice which stories I’ve written more recently as they are better written. Some stories I wrote over 10 years ago. Others I started writing 10 years ago and only recently completed.

I’ve begun development on my next collection of short fiction. It won’t be a sequel to this book but it will have similar themes. I hope you enjoy this collection and look forward to my future works. If you enjoy these stories, I hope you’ll consider my other works. Thank you and enjoy.

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 curated by the Master of Death, Mr. Siris Grim. Mr. Grim collects the darkness that everyone attempts to hide. He displays it within the corridors of his gruesome gallery. Who will be next to buy a ticket and walk the halls of the Morbid Museum?

Poetry Monday: Vampires Are Rapists

Why do vampires
Ask to enter your home
But they don’t request
Consent to bite
Your neck

Vampires are rapists

There’s penetration
And an exchange
Of bodily fluids

Requesting entrance
And requesting penetration
Are different things
Not all inclusive

If it’s not okay for humans
It’s not okay for vampires

If you say it’s okay
Because they’re monsters
Humans are monsters too
Stop justifying rape

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Lies

we ask ourselves these life-long questions
to blind ourselves from our imperfections
if we lose ourselves in our places
then we hide ourselves behind new faces

looking for a meaning in life
nothing more in our eyes
running towards a place to hide
nothing more in our eyes

walking through our lives alone
wanting nothing but a home
never finding what we want
still asking why, why not

is it fate or is it life
that gives us so much strife
never wanting to find the truth
only asking for the proof

if we try to do things right
we bring ourselves to our own demise
no longer trying; no longer caring
only looking for a way out

people are nice to you; people are kind
really they are hiding the lies
trusting nothing; trusting no one
hoping for something or possibly someone

fearing pain; fearing lies
fearing the truth behind your eyes
looking for answers and knowing the truth
hoping it all is only a ruse

losing ourselves in our mind
knowing only the instinct to hide
craving the life that passed us by
thinking of nothing but life without lies

lying for attention; lying for greed
lying so people will make us feel pleased
lying to everyone while lying to no one
lying to ourselves for a sense of reason

lies can be harmless; lies can be dreadful
knowing which is which can be a struggle
finding this knowledge can be helpful
but at the same time it can be regrettable

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.