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Writing a Dracula mash-up is not the most sensible thing to do perhaps. Especially when one of the principal characters takes exception to the tale.

A response to one of Cia's writing games.

Felix and Finn are twin brothers separated at the age of two years, following the separation of their parents.

One twin remained with his mother in the UK, while the other travelled to New Zealand, his fathers home country.

Two poems in tribute to a beloved author, friend, mentor and champion of life.

Jake McCallister opened his locker one day to discover...somebody likes him! But who could it be? Could it be the swimmer who's only recently come out at school? Could it be the president of the school's GSA, who inadvertently helped Jake to come out himself? Or...could it be...?

Haiku from walks taken this Autumn along the trails in the woods.

Anthology Pot Luck Theme: Turn Back Time

British born Chinese gay man Stanley Cheung wakes with somebody else's hangover.

Not only that, but he is laid out on someone’s couch in a grungy student digs where a strange woman is telling him he smells like a brewery. The thing is Stanley rarely drinks.

When the woman finally leaves, he finds out that not only has he woken as six-foot-three, ripped, blond-haired, straight Caucasian Don Bradley, but today is not Friday.

It’s Thursday.

Again.

He is reliving the same day but this time as somebody else.

Sanitaria Springs is a real place, but this is an entirely - or nearly entirely - fictional take on it. There will be three original chapters posted, unfortunately much of the rest is owned by other people. Cia has graciously allowed me to point you to them, however.

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Life is full of twists and turns, both expected and unexpected, wondrous and excruciating. This year’s poems for National Poetry Writing Month will embrace the curveballs life throws at us and also serve as an exploration and raw portrayal of the grieving process. Follow me, and we’ll see what’s around the bend.

A poem about some of the people I know here on GA. Just a sample of how I see them and how they are important to me