Stories

Rigby, impossibly innocent, swaps suffocating middle-class New Zealand for love and liberation in nineteen-sixties London. Revelling in the freedom granted by anonymity, he becomes an actor, stripper, rent boy, teacher and resolute seeker of new experiences while living and travelling in Europe, North Africa and the Middle East, when travellers were uncommon.

{A year ago I posted several chapters, then stopped because I needed to make a few changes. Apologies to those who began reading, only to have it rudely terminated.

Spelling throughout is English English.}

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A "Fictory" of life, love and loss in Gay New York 1980-2000.

Dandelion’s hopes were deceived. But Dandelion decides to move on with his life.

Three Poems. Settting: Ancient Greece.

Having survived his tour of duty in Iraq during the worst of the fighting, Doc Tompkins was looking forward to returning home and putting the carnage and the horrors of war behind him. Content he was leaving it securely thousands of miles behind him, along with all the chickenshit the US Army can inflict upon its best and brightest.

Going home never looked so good…or did it?

Edmond. Loved, despised, and betrayed. An autobiography. (Setting: Besançon, France. Early 19th century.)

Edward II, King of England, laments the loss of a battle and the loss of his friend and beloved Piers Gaveston. Little epic in sonnet form.

Lhathron king of the elven kingdom Thelinora, Will meet a human who was transported into his world.

that meeting, will turn the tables of fate, that will change the future of Thelinora.

I'm Aphrodite's son, and I have to find her son (Ero)s bow, it all seem fake to me, but its real. I have to quest out with these kids. Poseidon's son is definitely a keeper. A rainbow sunshine, and everything nice girl who saved me twice. A random satyr who kidnapped me. What else do I need? Oh maybe a evil vicious thing with eight heads and shoots acid, or a hundred feet giant serpent... Oh and a better birthday gift next time.

It was a very restless time for the boys in New York City. Forced indoors by the pandemic, the school year was coming to a close in name only, as much felt left undone in the paradigm of remote learning. Then on Memorial Day, a black man in Minneapolis was lynched by a white police officer who strangled the man with his knee, touching off a firestorm of pent-up rage. Naturally the boys had to get involved in the protests. They had to, but then one of their own fell victim to police use of excessive force