Writer of LGBTQ fiction, science fiction, and poetry that live at the intersection of memory, identity, and the unexplored frontiers of mind and soul. His work explores the fractures we carry, the bonds that might heal them, and the quiet, unseen forces shaping every life. Each story blends lyrical intensity with emotional grit to reveal the tender and the terrifying in equal measure.
For more than twenty-five years, Harris-Fool has published essays, short stories, and poems in LGBTQ outlets, creating space for queer voices across intimate and speculative landscapes. His upcoming series, The Riftwalker Saga, begins with Between Stars & Souls: a heart-wrenching science fiction epic where memory and destiny collide through the intertwined lives of two young men bound by forces older than the stars. Equal parts psychological thriller, metaphysical mystery, and romantic odyssey, his stories are made to linger long after the last page.
Away from the keyboard, PJ is a full-fledged sci-fi nerd, a devoted explorer of spirited political and religious debate, and an unapologetic advocate for queer representation in every arena he inhabits. At home, he is held firmly under the paws of his beloved rescue mutts, Izzy and Cora. He maintains that every creative accomplishment in his life is simply a ruse to justify spoiling them with treats, toys, and unreasonable levels of affection. They allow him to believe he is in charge.
In his parallel career as a top-producing Realtor in Fort Wayne, Indiana, he has been named LGBTQ Midwest Realtor of the Year (2021), LGBTQ National Realtor of the Year (2023), and, most recently, received the 2025 LGBTQ Connection Advocacy Award for his work in community outreach and representation in housing.
He believes in love stories that hurt a little, science fiction that aches like truth, and a world that becomes more humane every time someone dares to tell their story.
Writer of LGBTQ fiction, science fiction, and poetry that live at the intersection of memory, identity, and the unexplored frontiers of mind and soul. His work explores the fractures we carry, the bonds that might heal them, and the quiet, unseen forces shaping every life. Each story blends lyrical intensity with emotional grit to reveal the tender and the terrifying in equal measure.
For more than twenty-five years, Harris-Fool has published...
Alec likes quiet things. He likes late-night walks, study sessions, and the steady rhythm of a world that doesn’t ask too much. Pete likes noise, laughter, and the safety of pretending that nothing ever really gets to him.
When the two of them are assigned as college roommates, friendship comes easily. Understanding takes longer. Somewhere...
A haunting, poetic novella about grief, memory, and the unfinished songs we carry.
When stage technician Sam O’Connor hears a melody drifting through an empty theater, he doesn’t expect it to sound like a ghost he’s tried to forget. The singer is young, confident—and unknowingly echoing the exact tune once written by Sam’s deceased twin brother,...
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A starship. A suicide mission. A bond that defies the laws of reality.
In a galaxy fraying at the seams, Dr. Carson O’Connor—a reluctant psychic with a tragic past—is forced into a reconnaissance mission alongside Captain...
As Carson released the controls of the mental interface with the ancient city, he felt the faintest flicker of life brush the edges of his awareness.
He focused on it at once.
The contact existed only in his mind’s eye, a presence without shape or sound, something only he could sense. Carson reached out with his awareness and embraced it.
Creation exploded.
His consciousness unfolded into the vastness, stretching and stretching, faster than he could name the sensation. First he perceived the...
The clocks slipped back, and something in me slipped with them. I never expect it to hit as hard as it does, but every year, like clockwork, I feel my body dim. Mornings drag. Nights come too early. I sleep too long, yet never feel rested. Inside, everything feels muted. Not broken, just distant, like my emotions are speaking from another room.
I know the name for it. Seasonal affective disorder. That doesn’t make it easier, but at least it gives shape to the fog.
