Horror Author
I cut out the social media
The emails, the notifications
I had a few chats about work
But no one else talked to me
Contacted me, acknowledged my existence
I’d been lonely so long
But I never noticed
Just like no one noticed me
To be seen, heard, recognized
I’d have to go to where the people are
I didn’t want to be around anyone
I have work and I have cats
I struggle in crowds
How do I go where the people are
If I can’t be around people
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
If you follow me on social media, you have heard by now that I have a new segment coming to this blog. Serial fiction begins on Friday, October 2. I’ve written a short story and broken it into parts. I’m releasing one part each week through the end of November. That gives me plenty of time to start working on the next story to serialize on my blog. Each part will be short and quick to read. As new parts are posted, I’ll link them to previous posts and the previous post will get linked to the new post.
Also, you’ll notice in the menu bar, a section where links to all the parts can be found. Check out the Serial Fiction Page to see the dates when all the parts are scheduled to post. This first serialization is titled HellPets. A Hellcat and a Hellhound learn to tolerate one another while working to guide and collect souls for the Underworld. They’re a spooky odd couple and they’re cute animals. What could go wrong? I hope to have many installments of these demon pets over the next couple of years. For now, this is chapter 1 starting next week. I hope you all enjoy.
Have you ever been thirsty
Wanting a drink so much
It makes your body shake
Have you ever been thirsty
So many times you didn’t
Want another drink
Have you ever been so
Parched and dry
You thought you’d never
See any liquid again
How long have you felt thirst
But never quenched it
I’m always thirsty
And I always try to drink
But the beverages want
Someone else to consume them
My lips, always chapped
My heart, always dry
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
James Pack 