Stories

Being gay has always had its pitfalls, but nothing could have prepared us for the devastation of the last two decades of the twentieth century. Michael is very sick, but there is one more thing he feels the need to do as he lays in bed waging the biggest fight of his life. As an activist, he still wants to be of some use, no matter how little. It's not his nature to give up until he has to. This is a story about PRIDE, and what it represents to our community. Pride month means many things to many people. For some it is a parade and a chance to celebrate, but for others, it holds different connotations.

During a time of great turmoil, when emperors and gods rose to power and fell within a lifetime. A child was born from an ancient celestial stone. He will be known by many names and his fame will reach beyond the three realms one day, but before any of that, he was a child. He needed to be cared for and taught by men, who did not fear him and allowed him to be himself.

A collection of flash pieces.

A place to experiment with specific forms of poetry other than my usual free-verse style, based upon poetry prompts presented by @AC Benus.

freshman year has ended and sophmore year is beginning. everythins was suppose to start off right this year, instead it started off with as a car crashand sadness. Follow a vindictive teen's story who will do whatever it takes, to get the guys he want.

A little glimpse into Hell. Or is it?

John has a mystery on his hand as he tries to work out who is leaving him anonymous Valentine Day cards.

Events on a small New England college campus, following an exceptional one. Gil Andrus and his husband, Pete Sordan, follow through the usual faculty politics and the unexpected mystery. And Don Burris, the detective from The Pendleton Omens, reappears.

Note: this book shares roots and occasionally overlaps with my other book, Quabbin, which is also set in Waldron, Massachusetts, though in a national clothing company. But they're different books with different sensibilities.

It was insane to think the whole world’s population had died in the span of a few weeks. If I focused on what I didn’t know, on the fear I’d never see another living soul, I’d start screaming and never stop.

So I didn’t.

What happens when a wealthy man decides his gay son is not enough assurance for the continuance of his legacy?