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.

2007 Anthology

Carissa has always enjoyed working with Fred. He was a good worker, a decent man, and took time to make people happy though he didn't like the limelight. Then the gifts began to appear for Fred and the poor man didn't know what to do. Carissa tries her best to help out her friend, but is she in on the gifts?

These are some poems I wrote about a time in my life in my mid-teens, that was both painful and scarey for a young boy. I was facing both death and rejection. My grandfather had a lake we would go to and fish. But there were times I would go alone to just think and sort through everything happening in my life. This is my way of saying that if we would just stop and think our way through things, there is no mountain we cannot climb or no goal we cannot reach.

Autobiographical in nature, some chapters told through an attempt at a chiasmus. My thoughts and feelings on life, based upon my own experience.

Reading chapters in order is unnecessary.

Only 884 words, but all of them are from the bible itself.

Betrayal can make a person resort to desperate measures. But how far is too far...?

Come in, fellow readers, and live the unique night that experienced this boy. Warning: tissues might be necessary.

A chance encounter holds the promise that Ruth might re-establish contact with her estranged brother.

A collection of my poetry...

No real collective theme...

If you ever wanted to know I think...

Just look inside and take a peek.

I like writing, I do it when I'm bored, happy, sad, afraid, brave, strong, weak, or just feeling inspired. Some are good, some are great. Some are bad, some are terrible. And some are just parts that I like out of the stories that I write. So without further a due... I give you my first poetry anthology; Falling.