Rings of Honor

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Sunday. July 14th, 2019 Goshen’s Apartment “I sometimes wonder how that child manages to get comfortable in the crib at Margot’s,” Goshen said as he came down the stairs from the loft. He sounded tired, even if he didn’t look it, still dressed in his fancy dinner clothes, though he’d deigned to rol...

Friday. June 14, 2019 “You want to get that old girl into the stanchion for me?” Goshen nodded mutely as Fox clapped a hand on his shoulder in thanks and stepped around him to fetch the milking supplies. He didn’t mind lending a hand. All he had to do was open the stall door; years and years of hab...

The house at Old Temple West was settling down after a long day of celebratory activities, including an afternoon frolic through the city for the newly announced Pride Days. Ed had turned twenty-one, and according to their old world’s custom that meant copious amounts of alcohol were imbibed. Most o...

"There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment." - Sarah Dessen October 18th, 2018 By mid-afternoon the second level unit was ready to receive visitors. Not Nellie, specifically. Most everyone had the chance t...

"Forever is composed of nows." ― Emily Dickinson July 2018 Sneaking around was harder than Goshen thought it would be. Probably because he’d never needed to do so before. It had involved some clever wordsmithing. A text. Have to run an errand after work. Meet you at home. It wasn’t a lie,...

Goshen sat at one end of the floral patterned couch in the living room of his childhood home, listening to the metronomic tick, tock, tick of the ornate grandfather clock stationed on the far wall. Upstairs his mother, Margot, was singing to a tired, cranky Polly. Downstairs, a different baby cried ...

“We are not trapped or locked up in these bones. No, no. We are free to change. And love changes us. And if we can love one another, we can break open the sky.” ― Walter Mosley May 2018 “I thought we were fighting, but we weren’t. His body language said one thing, but later on he explained it was s...

“How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?” — Albert Einstein June 2017 Despite his love for the finer things in life, Goshen found himself returning time and time again to the sylvan charms of country living, wi...

Sunday. 4/9/17. New Haven. Text to Ed: It’s Sunday again. Text to Goshen: It is! And I’m all alone again too. :( Text to Ed: Let’s remedy that, shall we? Text to Goshen: Yes! Should I meet you somewhere or what? He’d given Ed directions to a cozy restaurant on the outskirts of New Haven called Ross...

Sunday. 3/19/17. Teas’n Tomes. None of the people that had been invited along to Stars End to watch the big race showed up. Or at least the place was so crowded that they didn’t see them. So, when Trick rocketed past the finish line to claim first place as his own, and Ed leapt from his seat to cro...

Friday. 3/17/17. New Haven. Edgar fidgeted nervously by the door after buzzing Goshen into the building. It was late; too late to be respectably hanging out together. The shoulder angel had warned him not to let the other boy inside, but after a second night in a row of not being able to talk to Tr...