I write a lot of lgbt+ stuff, lots of sci fi. My big story right now is The Moon's Permission.
I've been writing all my life. Every time I think I should do something else, I come back to words.
Kai Stubborn by J. Maxwell, AKA Nix Winter There were two of them, standing by the ocean, a lone bed and breakfast in the distance. One was tall, wearing a black trench coat, jeans, bare feet. His blond hair lifted, dancing tangled as the breeze danced lightly down the beach. Cigarette smoke curled back and around him, lazy and yet also tangled on the breeze that promised the world had not yet really stopped for them. He drew his hand slowly to thin piles, the white filter of his cigarette tucked between two bent and stiff fingers, to pull a slow drag of smoke in. Green eyes, half-closed, watched the weak wave as it broke down to nothing. “You shouldn't have come.”
Poetry Collection One
Note: These poems cover my life as I grew to accept myself as a man. My kids are the light of my life. As I’ve grown, I’ve come to find being transgender beautiful, a source of pride. This is true for whoever we are. Be proud of yourself as you are. You’re awesome.
Colors By Max There are colors in the world and then there’s Walmart. There are colors at Walmart too, but somehow they’re a little more compressed, contained, like toothpaste ready to burst out at any moment. People come to Walmart for many reasons. People work at Walmart for many reasons. Humans are complex.
January is not a nice cat. Her predecessor, Voltaire, was also not a terribly nice cat. They say pets take after their owners. That’s what love gets you, especially if you’re a cat or a dog. They’re smart. They remember, have desires, experience qualia, but they’re not the greatest at abstract reasoning. A lot of humans aren’t either, so that works out fine.