hEY, I happen to like naif-art kindergarten scrawls…
Extract: Wolf Runaway by Alex Ankarr, gay werewolf romance FREE and downloadable via link
They’re on the loose, out on the heaths and fields and moors, now. Still on Hotstaat land, but waving a goodbye to the pruned and tended and civilized parts, that are kept within bounds and given the same semblance of civilization as the wolves themselves. With all of the wildness and the rawness up close beneath the surface. Although he’s going to feel the bumps and the bruises tomorrow, it’s at least a bit easier to keep himself upright and along for the ride, as long as he doesn’t get cocky about it and stop clinging on for dear life. As long as he doesn’t do anything crazy, like it would be to fling his arms up in the air, to just leave go of Ree’s scruff – which is at least a good third of what has him anchored in place, and not flying off Ree’s back for a bumpy landing and a broken bone or two – and to whoop and holler with the exhilaration of this wild midnight ride.
That would be crazy. And impulsive. And childish. Not to mention fulfilling all of Ree’s most cherished and dearly-held fantasies, about their sacred boyhood and the perfect lawless joyful amity they would have lived in together as adolescents. Before, presumably, falling head over heels for each other in a tragic doomed Romeo and Juliet style romance. Which in Ree’s head also translates to a happy ever after, Penn rather thinks. The inside of his head has to be a mysterious maze in itself, more so than any conglomeration of hedges and gravel on Hotstaat land.
He isn’t enjoying this exercise in idiocy, this skylarking and play-acting at Cathy and Heathcliff, at Jane and Mr Rochester? He can’t be.
Penn presses down closer into Ree’s back, holds tighter and squeezes his eyes shut as the dark world bumps and bounds past him, socking the breath out of his lungs. The tip of his nose is buried in rough thick black pelt, as it shines green-black and blue-black, and it scratches like needles against his cheeks. The world heaves past like he’s a seasick sailor on a boat in a storm, and he won’t enjoy this, won’t revel and participate and collude. Why should he give Ree the satisfaction of being actually right, as well as the wolf’s privilege he has already, of being right even when he’s wrong?
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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
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
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.
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/
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
by Alex Ankarr!
Would you want to get down and intimate with a wolf? A supernatural, magical shifter, dangerous and hot? Tate thinks the guy who’s living in the apartment next door is maybe, possibly, some kind of supernatural creature. Maybe a werewolf. He’s certainly magically hot, anyway. And when he’s having some fun alone time thinking about the guy, is when he gets an unexpected visit…
Jodi is a scientist, a rational man, a researcher into travel between alternate universes. If he’s also in love with the laboratory’s senior researcher, Michael, then so what? It’s not as if anything’s ever going to come of it, Michael has never looked at him with a trace of interest in that way… Until their experiments get closed down by the authorities, and they make one last reckless desperate attempt to reach an alternate reality. A reality where they find werewolves, and vampires, and a whole other Jodi and Michael, living very different lives…
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by Alex Ankarr!
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