Prism & Pen

Must we carry our sadness from the cradle to the grave?

Dreams were meant to come true

An Ewan and Drew story

It really is that simple

…and even though you’re already different, you’ll never be the same again!

I shall not proclaim to love you for only what remains of your life, but of mine will vow.

This one breath that small sharp weak inhalation my life’s work.

I am simply a wife

White walls, pieces of you on display carve yourself out and offer everything drip, drip

Parents and students fight back!

Communion as quiet queer resistance

I was put on this earth to be a parent

The summer of ‘72

A paranormal fantasy

I ask a renowned Sydney Drag Queen for the answer.

How much can you gain from a publication in one short month?

A free MasterClass

Millions in Medical, a $33,000 Vehicle, and the Handsome Doctor.

Selfless love lights the universe

like chum in a shark tank

In caves, under bridges and on the Internet

The bad is bad but the good can be wonderful

Can one avoid the conversation stopper yet not feel that he has betrayed himself and his pride in who he is

A Prism & Pen writing prompt

As long as you keep trying

Chapter 54: The Other Side Of The Closet

On aging as a gay man