Jane Hyphen

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StoryThe Trees That Make It Bearable Jane Hyphen69 years 1 week ago
StoryGrrrrr philipsidneynoo29 years 1 week ago
StoryPembrokeshire in April Rhiannonw189 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Cure Bee139 years 2 weeks ago
Storyglitter celticman119 years 4 weeks ago
StoryGirl with Yellow Wings (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand109 years 4 weeks ago
StoryCoastal Path (4) Pen Dinas/Dinas Head Rhiannonw139 years 4 weeks ago
StoryMy Daughter Bee199 years 1 month ago
StoryNot Quite Fern Hill (Poetry Monthly) Silver Spun Sand279 years 1 month ago
Storymembership of the math group celticman99 years 1 month ago
StoryMy Cat (deceased) Jane Hyphen39 years 1 month ago
StoryMy Four Aunts' Voices Jane Hyphen99 years 1 month ago
StoryYo Dominator! (Poetry monthly) Deliberately Ev...299 years 1 month ago
StoryThe power of rest, music and true friendship Parson Thru219 years 1 month ago
StoryAs Autumn Leaves Bee399 years 1 month ago
StoryJeb and the magic rabbit Terrence Oblong79 years 2 months ago
StoryI Need Me a Forest - A Rant hudsonmoon149 years 2 months ago
StoryTriptych 1: Mass Philip Sidney229 years 2 months ago
StoryEverything is gone Parson Thru119 years 3 months ago
StoryBeesands Jane Hyphen69 years 3 months ago
StoryMy Friend Dad Bee159 years 3 months ago
StoryThoughts bubble up … Rhiannonw179 years 3 months ago
StoryThis Boy of Mine Bee199 years 4 months ago
StoryHardware Not Included celticman139 years 4 months ago
StoryPlebbed Again Jane Hyphen89 years 4 months ago

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Magpies

Walking in the dead grey November days, just slits Open wide enough to see Magpies gather in a tree ‘You’re alive,’ they rasp I check myself; a...
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Autopsy of a Boss

We don’t know how he died, he was slumped over the scanner, no real sign of injury but a drip, like a blood road, stark red against his pale skin had...
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Trodden Steps

How many trodden steps? Pain contained, muted In this our survival trance We were treading the abyss The sparks of our youth Extinguished in the mud...
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The Hidden Help

They’re back The hidden help I woke with them inside Something’s wrong They talk among themselves And they are right, just Like the voice I heard...
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Your Mother

She’s a stain on you your mother On us, a serpent brimming spite Casts her venom spit-hissed And there’s no hope No light relief, no antidote Each...

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