Throwback Thursday Poetry: I’m Petrified

this hate inside
makes me realize
in my mind
and through my eyes
all i’ve tried
with all the sighs
all my life
i’m petrified

i’m scared to say
either way
these crazy days
are here to stay
hurt by rays
from the sun’s gaze
lost in flames
of purple haze

where to now
i wonder how
this long dark cloud
goes away
leaving me
in perpetual peace
nothing now
seems horrified

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

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.