Coffee & Contemplation: The Beginning

I am adding a couple new things to my blog. For you poetry lovers, I’ll soon start Twofer Tuesdays, where I post two poems in one post every Tuesday. Twice the poetry you get on Mondays. I have not decided if I want to bring back Hump Day Haikus. Currently, I just have not written enough haikus to make that a weekly consistent thing. Maybe I can do something once a month. For now, the only poetry item I’m adding is Twofer Tuesdays. If that’s not enough poetry, you can subscribe to my Patreon for $1 per month to gain access to my unpublished poetry before anyone else.

The other item I’m adding to my blog is posts like this one. Coffee and contemplation involves me writing out my thoughts while drinking coffee. Topics are only limited to things I think about. I may rant about society. I may tell you my favorite things. I may word vomit nonsense into the post and have no real agenda or purpose with the post. I’m trying to get myself to write more on my blog in between writing fiction and poetry. If you want to see more writing, tell people about my blog and my books. If enough people buy my books and subscribe to my Patreon account, I’ll make enough money to write full time. That’s the dream anyway.

My next book comes out September 19. You can pre-order The Morbid Museum on Amazon Kindle. Amazon does not offer pre-odering of paperbacks, but you can pre-order a signed copy of the paperback in my Shop. Visit the shop for more details. I also have a few events coming in October and November. I’ll provide more details once I have them. Until then, the best thing you all can do is share and comment. Tell your friends about me. If you’d like an advanced copy of my forthcoming book, I’ll email you a digital copy in exchange for an honest review. Reviews are what help writers succeed. Fill out the Contact Form if you’re interested. Happy reading.

Throwback Thursday Poetry: Thoughts Inside

i’ve no self-esteem
i’m beginning to bleed
inside to out
i’m always in doubt
of myself
and everything i do
no one will help me
no one sets me free
compassion’s what i want
i never got a lot
trust i see in you
make my dreams come true

this is not healthy
i need some company
i cannot live alone
in my home
by myself
with no one to talk to
i walk down the hall
and stare at you all
you look at me weird
as if i should be feared
it’s not polite to stare
but i don’t care

where is the laughter?
what’s happily ever after?
i wonder about my life
mainly when i’ll die
stuck with myself
and nowhere to go
it’s hard to live this way
each day is gray
trapped inside my head
i can make nothing mend
my soul is in pain
please take it away

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