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'Parcel for you..' Part 2

By Jane Hyphen on Sun, 15 Oct 2023

‘No. I wish I was.’ ‘I’m a bit taken aback to be honest, Vanessa.’ There was a short period of silence. ‘I know….and I’m really sorry. I was having a...

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'Parcel for you..'

By Jane Hyphen on Sat, 14 Oct 2023

‘Parcel for you. Shall I bring it inside?’ Vanessa was puzzled by the enormous cardboard box on the doorstep.’Oh, what is it? It looks heavy.’ The...

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I Found the Sea

By Jane Hyphen on Tue, 26 Sep 2023

On a long walk I found the sea Blinding and expansive I heard it, breaking up In the final fades Of a drawn out song The strings of the forest...

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Is That All There Is

By Jane Hyphen on Sat, 26 Aug 2023

Chuck sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his hands. They were smooth, like the hands of a younger man, untouched by hard graft. He was a...

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Love, 'wordlessly as a storm'

Posted on Sun, 22 Oct 2023

Love, 'wordlessly as a storm'. The magic of the lake, communicated softly in your poem. I googled it and now I want to visit.

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Summed up that feeling of

Posted on Mon, 23 Oct 2023

Summed up that feeling of lying awake, the anxiety of missing out on the essential shut down hours and all worries magnified. Counting sheep, who came up with that? A farmer perhaps but I bet they sleep like babies anyway.

Posted in Three O’Clock Sheep Club

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I used to admire those

Posted on Tue, 17 Oct 2023

I used to admire those bicycle locks too with the chain buried in some trendy looking plastic tubing. I can just imagine an uncle indulging in a trick like this, they certainly do 'love to tease', it's their job.

Posted in A Hazy Memory of an Uncle’s Trick

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A reset button without all

Posted on Sun, 15 Oct 2023

A reset button without all the solicitors expenses. The beauty of the spouse bot is that, unlike people, it can be modified at the touch of a button, until the machines get too clever and start outsmarting us that is. Thank you for reading.

Posted in 'Parcel for you..' Part 2

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So many worlds, each

Posted on Tue, 17 Oct 2023

So many worlds, each beautifully described. Which one is real? Joe's Place sounds depressing and the train journey too but as long as there's paradise next to the lake, you can be restored.

Posted in The Other Side of Paradise

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That's where they would want

Posted on Sat, 14 Oct 2023

That's where they would want to be designed I think but I wouldn't know, I came out of the sea.

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Thank you Insert. See me on

Posted on Sat, 14 Oct 2023

Thank you Insert. See me on Dragon's Den with my new product very soon...

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People who rile us the most

Posted on Thu, 05 Oct 2023

People who rile us the most can be missed in ways we never expected. 'a cracked mirror of resentment', grinding words which epitomise loss and confusion.

Posted in No Fond Farewell

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Ew that sounds eye-wateringly

Posted on Tue, 26 Sep 2023

Ew that sounds eye-wateringly painful, the intensity of the situation expressed so clearly in your piece. I remember the inner fire which drives you to do crazy things when you're young, whatever the consequences, the future didn't matter. I was...

Posted in Misguided In The Early 90s

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Wonderfully done Jenny. There

Posted on Mon, 21 Aug 2023

Wonderfully done Jenny. There is no greater playground than the woods. I was fortunate enough to attend a primary school bordered by a strip of woodland which we were not supposed to enter but of course we did. Love, 'branches appear to stoop...