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Geist Fleisch by Christian Baines – A Book Review

When Callum travels from Nottingham to Berlin, his only hope is to find himself. Well, if he were being completely honest, he hopes to find himself in the arms of a German man. He’s heard tell that the men in Germany are a little...

Undo Myself – A Poem

I have been trying to undo myself a little bit at a time. I have stopped counting the vegetables when I make dinner. Every time I make a meal, I don’t count the number of peas, carrots, asparagus, mushrooms. I feel like I’m living...

All Ye Faithful – A Short Story

She was careful after twilight. That’s when they began to emerge. You would hear them at night the moment the light of day began to fade. Vashti Blue knew that she had to keep moving, that she had the best chance of staying alive...

Upon the Midnight Queer by ‘Nathan Burgoine – A Book Review

There are all kinds of things I look forward to during the holiday season: ugly holiday sweaters, hot chocolate, baking more than usual, time with family and friends and the new holiday story by ‘Nathan Burgoine. Every year, he takes a classic holiday tale...

Minotaur Coming in 2025!

As the contract has now been signed, I can announce that my novel Minotaur will be published by Rebel Satori Press in 2025! Huzzah! I’m so thrilled and beyond happy to be starting this new journey! The novel will be published under their Queer...

The Weather – A Poem

When she asked me how I was feeling, there was concern in her voice. I began to tell her, listing the places my body has taken me, the hills and valleys that I have had to climb, mountains that I have had to scale...

The Creative Spark! – The Obsidian Academy of Esoteric Arts

I’m so excited to be able to share this! I’m teaching a class for the Obsidian Academy of Esoteric Arts! I mean, how awesome is that? I’m so thrilled to be teaching a class and I’m honoured to be part of the faculty this...

The Star Among the Trees – A Poem

I came out to myself, first. It happened in the forest that I would retreat to when I closed my eyes. There was a word for people like me. The crows would call out the name to each other and it sounded like home....

The Man with the Flappy Hand – A Poem

If I close my eyes, I can see a forest made of glass. When I walk by the fragile trees, the glass acts like a mirror showing me pieces of myself preserved in time and kept like a library of memories and moments. I...

The Water by the Edge of the Forest – On Depression and Healing

I know that I’m not the only one. Although I haven’t entered the forest yet, I’ve come to realize that I’ve been playing in the small brook that sits outside of it. I can’t see the trees on my walls, but I can hear...