Stories

for Tony

An itinerant photographer stops by the one town he’s avoided for the last twenty years. What is it he hopes to encounter there? What is this ‘one last thing’ he feels he has to do?

1843. No lost soul is born into the world, but the world makes it so. Redburn must find Toby, nothing else matters, and on three ships of contrasts - well-governed, and hopeless - he thinks of only getting to land and looking for the man he loves.

Earth-shattering events are few and far between, but when they come, they have lingering effects.

Two teenage boys were swept up by the winds of change, and punished for it. A firebrand reformer enlists the help of a reluctant correspondent, and both unwittingly help a department store man come up with a durable innovation to bring a little joy into people's lives.

A few things concerning my upcoming marriage...

You can see my wedding rings here: http://www.gayauthors.org/forums/gallery/album/1407-my-wedding-rings/

verse written in a pivotal year for me

It’s been a while since I posted anything to my XXX Series, so without further ado, here is My First French Kiss, or A Boy and his Redhead. I hope you find it a surprisingly sweet coming of age adventure.

**this story contains graphic sexual situations between consenting minors; three of them**

In this send-up of Trump's America, grifters, drifters; liars, cheats and lovers; rapscallions and wags; pathicks, punks and pornstars all collide in a SoCal, Vegas and Baja California adventure to restore one man's sacred libido.

But will he still have his twink boyfriend by the end of it…?

November 1843 to February 1844. In probably the greatest same-sex love story ever told, one man's soul is redeemed by an act of self-sacrificing love, while all the rest are damned by a single man's hate.

Strolls; encounters; kisses through closed gates; lighted windows seen from below; rumpled bedsheets turning up men’s shirts . . . These are just a few of the images in August Stramm’s poetry collection titled “DU” (“THOU”).

What follows is a complete, fresh-look translation of the thirty-one poems of this set.