In Switzerland, a dissolution.
Dark comedy about the dark side of matchmaking.
Portrait of a young man in an alley one late night.
Salvation enters gay bar and is given finally his due.
In a little, time there was love, before the irony.
The Autumn is the cusp of birth.
The courage of yesterday; the cost of tomorrow.
It's just what you think it is.
In the winter, there is Joel and the snow.
A little story before bedtime.
Triangle with a ghost can't be won--not even by the ghost.
Love is never dead--neither is settling old scores.
Horror story for a yellow cat's eye October moon.
Where Joel was hidden, all that time.
1One author's take on gay fiction.
Kindness meets its own evil mirror self.
Falling through, first love, infection, goodbye Henry.
No such thing as a happy phone call at midnight?
We are supposed to believe all their other lies.
And herein, she reveals all.
The beginning of the knife.
Someone has to remember; that would be me again.
More weirdness from m'man T-Bird.
The scattery bright thoughts danced by T the Bopper.
We all have our own dreams of time and salvation
Last call for a Sunday morning computer chat.
An unleashing of the ultimate horror.
1A kind of love for Christmas.
2This time, from Alton's perspective.
3Alton tries to come to terms.
A time of angels, a time of gathering together.
Trying to fill a love in place of such singularity.
Ordinary sex in a sweaty summer London night.
Goodbye to ghosts, hello to salvation.
Two definitions of love, for Valentine's Day.
The weaving of lives and secrets.
The third leg of the tripod and the weaving of lives.
Dreams come one way or another, the price immense.
An uncommon language, an uncommon love.
University and first love, hearts find a home.
