“Hey, do I look best in red, green, or blue? Anyways you know that mage Tony?”

“You look best when my eyes are closed. Now do you mean the Tony with the thing on his face or the one who stands too close when he talks?”

“Close talker, anyway my cousin is dating Tony’s daughter.”

“The one with the lopsided wings or the one with the teeth.”

“Wait did you mean my cousin or Tony’s daughter?”

“Your...

“This is reporter Lasarge of Green Meadows reporting for FN. Burning drapery, drenched furniture, and liters and liters of ice water streaming down the palatial stairs of Winterfell Manor, site of this year’s Midnight Ball, the pinnacle of elite witch social life. Apparently an unnamed wood pixie and warlock engaged in spell fisticuffs during tonight’s festivities. Right here, we have a witness to...

for a while I wondered

if you’d found someone else

as if our love were a nice suit that no longer fit

but you keep it in the closet

for sentimental reasons

here I am in the dark

hanging around hoping

you’ll choose us...

My great aunt Wedgewood used to say life was a mixed bouquet, each day different and in its own way beautiful. Auntie Wedge was batshit crazy because life is a sharp stick, just when you think you can handle it it pokes you in the again. These were Periwinkle’s thoughts as she slipped a high-heeled foot from her coach.

Strands of a waltz lilted towards her. Built with sweeping arches and a six-...

It was a quiet night at The Rusty Wing. Good thing, I liked it that way. I rubbed down the bar. My regulars were nursing their drinks or nursing hangovers. Fluffing my feathers, I retired to my perch and crossword puzzles. My left ear itched. Company’s coming, as my dear old meemaw used to say. A wingless pixie and a tall drink of water warlock walked into a bar, no punchline.

"Do you think they...

Hands aflame, the strangers couldn’t stop touching, couldn’t stop kissing. Inhaling Harlow snuggled his head into the lovely pixie’s neck and whispered hot breath against her skin. Periwinkle, embarrassed and emboldened, clawed up the warlock’s sculpted back.

“First time in your arms,” she murmured her toes curling.

Harlow froze. Wrenching against the love potion, he pulled away from the prett...

Remember when you bumped into me

Your warm arm brushed my elbow

Stumbling you caught me

First time in your arms

First of many

In your spotlight

Me

Special warm safe

Happy in your world

Your friends, your family, your things

Remembering my lines

Rehearsing what’ll say to keep you happy

Pretending we’re okay so hard I forgot the

Me

Behind the fake smile and canned laughter

You brushed against m...

We leaned against the wall and Periwinkle had no idea what would happen next. Most likely it would be hot, magical, and she wouldn’t like it. How had she got herself here.

She’d done her research, scouring the dating application database to find her perfect fake lover. It should be easy enough. Periwinkle practically built Spellbound, the official cross breed Magick dating app. Water sprites wit...

“Periwinkle, Dax will see you now. Third oak on the left. Let me know if you have any trouble … walking,” Xenon said with a sly giggle.

“May fate find you,” Periwinkle said sweetly with a touch of malice.

Scarlet primroses sprouting with each footfall, Periwinkle stomped over the maidenhair ferns to Dax’ tree office. Catbirds heckled her brief journey. This is why I work from home, she though...

Another day, another flipper to flipper traffic jam, Rue thought as she turned up her audiobook. A dulcet manly voice, warm and husky, filled her cockpit. Paranormal romances were her secret vice. An ear-piercing squawk tore Rue from her star-crossed lovers. A flock of blue-footed agilisauruses was meandering across Route 30.

Rolling her eyes, Rue checked her watch. One of the younger bipeds had...