Free Stuff for Quarantine

Now until the end of March, Free Stuff! The Morbid Museum! Free Download on Amazon Kindle from March 27 through March 31. 19 short stories. Some tales include Turtles of the Ninja variety, ghosts of the packman variety, busters of the ghosts variety, and many more. All stories are original. 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?

Some other fun stuff coming up for your quarantine survival pleasure includes National Poetry Month! Starting April 1, on this blog and social media, I’ll have a poem or some poetry every day. I’ll even have some weekly intro to poetry things throughout the month. I also share some of my favorite poems from famous poets like Edgar Allan Poe and Sylvia Plath. Help spread the word and participate in National Poetry Month in April. Tell your friends. And please share your favorite poems with me throughout the month. Share your work or the work of others.

Poetry Monday: Downtown Bus Station

At nine p.m.
The worst of the worst
Hover on benches
Or lean on columns – 
They’re not here
To catch a ride
I get a drink
From a vending machine
I wait for the bus
That will take me home – 
Wannabe thugs
Homeless vagrants
My anxiety levels rise
My pupils widen
My face feels cold
I don’t know when
I started tapping my heel
Why does this guy
Walk behind me – 
Security walks by
Tells a guy smoking a cigarette
To move to the smoking area
The guy keeps smoking
But watches the security guard
Like he wants to fight
He passes the smoke to
Another guy and walks off – 
The bus comes
I board quickly
From the moving bus
I see the guy talking
To a young woman
His friend talks to
Another woman
I don’t like it
But I don’t stop the bus
I hope those women
Get home safe

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.