Star Literature
POETRY / Inside
She’s as real as my meandering/ As tangible as tinkering.
Poetry / Cleaner of dawn
She doesn’t need an alarm For the last hour of the night.
POETRY / Olives
Seven feet of mud swept water, /Bodies under rubble.
POETRY / Hidden battle
Her Kohl-rimmed eyes, dangling earrings,/ The chiffon scarf, the satin silk shirt
FICTION / Mr Moti
The monsoons have passed. Moti has grown so healthy, so strong and so big that no other cocks even dare to be near him.
FICTION / Stargazing with the Bossanova man
“It’s a type of Brazilian music, this elevator is playing The Girl From Ipanema.”
POETRY / Soldier amidst the blood moon: An elegy
Crimson blood splattered amongst the ravaged lands
POETRY / THE OTHER WAY ROUND
What makes You a boy, me a girl; Me a popper, you an Earl?
FICTION / The pond
She walked, entranced, into the water until it reached her chin, the wing of her little pink butterfly stuck out like a shark fin.
Inside
She’s as real as my meandering/ As tangible as tinkering.
Olives
Seven feet of mud swept water, /Bodies under rubble.
Cleaner of dawn
She doesn’t need an alarm For the last hour of the night.
Hidden battle
Her Kohl-rimmed eyes, dangling earrings,/ The chiffon scarf, the satin silk shirt
Mr Moti
The monsoons have passed. Moti has grown so healthy, so strong and so big that no other cocks even dare to be near him.
Stargazing with the Bossanova man
“It’s a type of Brazilian music, this elevator is playing The Girl From Ipanema.”
THE OTHER WAY ROUND
What makes You a boy, me a girl; Me a popper, you an Earl?
Soldier amidst the blood moon: An elegy
Crimson blood splattered amongst the ravaged lands
The pond
She walked, entranced, into the water until it reached her chin, the wing of her little pink butterfly stuck out like a shark fin.
Hunt
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