tough gig, man, no-one understands
the paperwork’s a bitch when you shoot lightning from your hands
getting paid by angry clients is no easier it seems
and then there’s the spandex ‘cause it fits with people’s dreams
but you go home to the boyfriend
if not the same time every night
if you’re lucky, he understands
you have to fight and fight the good fight
(even though dating a lawyer or a cop
you’d think they’d know the drill
the bad guy don’t go home and shut up shop
just because your guy has needs to fulfill)
yeah, a gay superhero has it hard
but count it up at the end of the day
the grateful appreciation of the populace
and a mundane boyfriend with super-powered cuddles
go a long long long long way.
– Alex Ankarr, 2016
Photo credit: gunner111, https://www.flickr.com/photos/moto101/
rushing to be funny
blushing when you stutter
you search for one excuse to linger
he needs change for a buck
you’re due back at work
he’s such a cute stranger
here’s where destiny hits you like a truck
on the other hand maybe just a really great —
© Alex Ankarr 2015 All rights reserved
Image Andy Miccone, public domain.
Alexiares, literal Greek god and playboy, is also Alex, when he’s slumming in the mortal earthly realm. But when he falls in love with adorable human librarian Rob, how long can he keep the mortal mask in place – especially when his mother, the goddess Hebe, does not approve? Novelette, approximately 14000 words, adult language.
Lang is a career thief, a mature and sophisticated man of the world, and his work is perfect. His plans are immaculate, his execution is flawless. So how can one pretty teenage wiseass turning up in the middle of a burglary turn his world upside down? Is Lang’s heist at the Ingley family mansion going to involve more than he bargained for? James Ingley seems to think so…
rice, haddock, M&Ms
new boyfriend socks and friends
pay the rent
call my mother
listen to my sister cry
not sure I have the funds or spirit
to tick off the whole list
but I’ll get on it
© Alex Ankarr 2016
Image Bruce Turner via Creative Commons
Francis really likes his job in media management. He really likes his boss, Daniel. Okay, maybe he has a tiny – read HUGE – crush on him. Is a business trip to Vegas inevitably doomed to Vegas-type trouble, when they head off to cover a celebrity wedding celebrating newly-legalised Vegas gay marriage, and the reality show it’s a part of?
Doves shot upwards
Snowfall in reverse
the groom, and his groom
fine handsome catch
every bit his match
waiting on a promise,
all dolled up and fine
forever be mine
Vows are made
Doves are flown
Fizz all downed
Dance in dreams
(Too much cake. Allowed a sip of fizz
Parents, parents, why d’you do this?)
hand in hand and
one last vow
wedding day done
It begins now.
© Copyright Alex Ankarr 2017
Image – Ludovic Bertron via Creative Commons Licence
Francis is shy, bookish, a little bit nerdy and he owns a bookstore. He’s also a werewolf. A sub werewolf who goes into periodic sexual heat. As he goes into a surprise heat at the end of the business day, he gets a visit from a very good client, Jonas Greyashe: rich, amorously interested and a dominant werewolf…
‘He doesn’t want to play at brother wolves. Romulus and Remus can go take a hike, the romance of their tale is lost on him entirely. (God damn Ree for making him into Scheherezade. For reading him more stories night after night, since drawing him into an intimacy like ropes about his chest and arms. All the fault of Jane Eyre that first day: Ree has woven a whole romance about their reunion, as well as their boyhood amity, and now must replay it constantly. His own Mr Rochester: but Penn remembers, Miss Jane had a few pithy opinions about the man, however infatuated.
But anyway. A three, four mile run? After the night he’s had already?’
-Alex Ankarr, ‘Wolf Runaway’.
Photo credit: Sam Vekemans, Creative Commons licence.
And if I had
magic power that could
I would not enchant your heart
Would not even think to start
Would only let you know I would
Not even do it though I could
Preferring means of sweat and work
write you poems !¡! — like a twerp
Honest courting, tried and true
Yours the power, up to you.
And if that didn’t work, perhaps a teensy little charm.
© Alex Ankarr 2015 All rights reserved
Image Anna Irving via Creative Commons licence