Andres is innovative, strong, creative, and full of surprises. His unique writing style and subject matter are an expression of his innermost wishes, hopes, dreams, goals, and sometimes secrets. The experiences of him being bi-polar, gay, Mexican American, and, a bit crazy give him an interesting perspective of life. Each one of his aspects holds a unique feel to life. His struggles to keep his life balanced are only fortified by the love of his family that supports his eccentricities. Pull up a chair, get comfortable, and go through the website. Enjoy his poems, read his writing, and get a giggle from his blogs. You will have fun and you will be glad you did. Enjoy.
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(C) 2017, Chuck Teixeira Finally, one Thursday, four months after I had started work in Rosales, someone on Transmilenio cruised me. Seated behind a wire cart half-filled with plastic jugs, he rubbed his crotch, like a genie’s lamp, and slid his tongue over his lips. He was short; his feet barely touched the floor. […]
Introduction to a fairy My name’s Harlequin and I’m a fairy. Oh, not the kind you read about in Victorian children’s literature, although I do have wings as well as horns and claws, and there’s a certain amount of magic involved… We fae are virtually nocturnal, mostly by choice but perhaps originally to hide […]
(c) 2015, Adan Ramie For as long as she could remember, Aster had planned her garden like she planned her days: minute-by-minute. Everything in its place, she floated through the seasons, serene as a songbird on a branch. When she flipped up another page on her wall calendar, she felt like she was clipping […]