(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 […]
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