Stories

This will be a collection for most of my poetry. Hope you'll find it appealing. Some of it will be Mature, so pay attention to the chapter notes.

Here are three poems based off the idea for the poetry anthology "Whispers in the Dark"

Greg Danvers, a former London police sergeant now a part-time waiter, tends to his ten-year-old son and his paraplegic father. Forced by poverty and desperation, he becomes a “high-class escort.”

Swept into life as a spy and brushed into The Agency’s path, guided by his handler, Jean de La Fontaine, with the help of the mysterious Nathaniel Worthington, he learns his only chance of safety lies with their help. What begins as a duty to serve his country becomes a need to answer an urgent desire, as Greg finds himself torn between two very different men, in two irreconcilable lives wading through sex, secrecy, and espionage.

Scott must find a way to come to terms with the unexpected loss of his husband, find a way to put his life back together, and learn to continue to live his life. Is it possible to put all the pieces back together and learn to love again?

"Must be nice being back, huh?" I looked over my shoulder, and the radio sat there on the ground, a little red light glaring at me. "Ten years, and the prodigal son returns to the scene of the crime."

It has been nearly four years since Noah Abrams proposed to his boyfriend, Scott. Now alone again, Noah must navigate his murky past and find a way to move forward into the unknown - for his sake, and for the sake of his son.

Although previous reading of Moving On is recommended, it is DEFINITELY not required!

After being attacked, Trace needs both a place to recuperate and a place to hideout from the men who want him dead.

Just some monologues that show up in my mind from time to time. Intended to be seen more for stage than a written story.

Money, government, Power crazed, corruption.

Tobias was having nightmares, his boyfriend thought he was using drugs, and someone would not stop pounding on the door. In a world where everything blurred together, all he could hope for was a moment of clarity.