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Professional and emerging writers are encouraged to enter this short story competition that seeks work about male-on-male sex and sexuality that goes beyond the twosome. Themes of polyamory, screwing around, open relationships, cheating and pay back are all encouraged. Entries must be 3,000 words or less and not have been published previously. Prose and narrative verse will be considered. First prize: $1000; Commendation Awards ...of $500 each.

The competition follows the successful running of the competition in 2009 and 2010. Entrants should email their entries to contactus@hares-hyenas.com.au. Full contact details must be included but will not be provided to the judges.

Competition closes 15 April 2011.

A little poison: the telling fruit of the vine of the untold

 * All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
 * An endless fountain of immortal drink,
 * Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.
 * Endymion (excerpt) by Keats

A cast of the real: Leaven, a genderqueer prostitute of the Temple of Dreams & Ankor the daemon-possessed attendant of a Holy Well.

In a ring grove of thirteen bitter-orange trees the dreamform of Leaven mounts the prone Ankor upon a bier-wreath of fallen sweet-scented orange blossom. The pollinated flowers are sweet-smelling which yield as the Seasons' turn, as they ever-to-almost-always-do to a full bitter fruit. Prior to birth, the to-be of Ankor was claimed in the Inbetween by the ancient spirit of a Holy Well whose ungendered spirit engendered his.

The fruit of Ankor's daemon possessed gender seeded the dream-interiority of Leaven's hallowed mancunt. The body of Leaven was dreaming in the Temple of Ascelepius aroundwhich was enwrapt the Python whose eye's aglaze was slewing its thirteenth skin in rapture as the tip of its tail forced its way into the secret-door of Leaven, stretching the formidable entrance and jubilated as the prostrate enjoyed an unprecedented ebullience.

The simulacrae of Leaven lent a falling pearlescent tear to the bright eye of the glistening Ankor wherein he saw himself and Leaven as himself and them both as otherwise. They cognised the recognition as a simultaneity well within each other how they had together-been in lives untold enfolded in time's past and in the unscored manifold times yet to tell in the ancient World-tree besidewhich was a Well well-watered by the River of Time of times known and unknown. The deep reticulum of roots of the Tree were grounded and one with the deep waters of timelessness the substratum of atonement upon which the currents of the River of Time were founded. In preternatural orgasm, Ankor awoke.

The sight of the awakening Ankor resolving into focus as the peripheral frames of his masculine full lashes, fluttering, fell out of his mind into his autonomic system. Clear light of a burgeoning dawn alit a supernal shimmering haze of orange-blossom which fell and continued to fall alighting upon him from immediately above. The blossom falling to ground and skin caressing both as one as an enchanted spider's web caresses the enwrapt variagated moss and pied feathers by which it's practical spell of catchment is fortified as the a half-remembered half-dreamed simulacrae reminiscent of a beautiful liminal human body was no longer to be seen to his dream-eye, the eye-of-his-mind or to his now clear, awakened sight in what was the former magical haze so alike to the form of a human.

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Due to my homelife instability I did not feel in a situation where I could give this due attention so it is sidelined atm. But this story has been birthing within me for a number of years now and hopefully it will bring itself to completion. If it wants to live it will ensure it is written. B9hummingbirdhoverin'æ•ω•ॐ 01:08, 2 May 2011 (UTC)