Available for free downloads in several formats on Smashwords are the following:

“The Summer of the Homerun,” a short story about baseball and being a teen-ager.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/299057

Sample: “The ball seemed to be something other than an object struck by a wooden bat and sent sailing through the air over the park; it was more like a bird, something with an intelligence of its own, or like time itself moving as we  stopped to gaze and wonder.”

“The Resurrection of Leo,” a short story collection. The main story is about a lonely man who learns to love again.
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/282799

Sample: “Then I saw Helena, now resting on the bed. She was enraptured with the baby John, lost in his miracle and their survival amid the blood-soaked towels and sheets and the mess of his birth. She was both crying and laughing at once.

“He’s here,” she whispered; discovery begins.

I moved closer and like an ancient touched John’s small astounded face with a warm cloth and watched as he in confusion experienced water for the first time and learned of it.

“I …”

“Say nothing,” she commanded.

But after a minute Helena gave up the baby John to me and I held him.

For that moment and evermore, I am.”

And a bonus. A reading of one of stories in the Leo collection, “Weight,” by fantastic voice artist Diane Havens.

Sample: “The heart holds the heaviness of love and affection. It is where the joy of that first reaction rests, trapped in the blood, gaining weight until like some awakened seed it fills all of us. It is the moment of the first glance, the first touch and kiss, the instant of innocence and promise.

It is also where the bitterness of ending hides, cozied in some trapped corner, hoping to stay out of reach; seeking to become lighter.

In the mind love is one more electron flashing across a synapse, an idea triggering another electron to react and move; it is where we reason away all that happened at the end, categorizing coldly our actions to make sure the face we see in the mirror the morning after carries no stain of blame, no remorse, nothing but survival, having in some twisted logic claimed victory.

Love in the mind is weightless; only in the heart does it have weight.

I awoke that morning weightless; you were no longer in my heart and I wondered why.”