Jane Hyphen

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StoryNotes from a Dirt Engineer - Lavinia Fairfax Jane Hyphen310 years 8 months ago
StoryGave it to the sea Stephen Thom2110 years 8 months ago
StoryI Still Miss You Terribly randy-johnson110 years 8 months ago
StoryNotes from a Dirt Engineer - The Pit Jane Hyphen210 years 8 months ago
StoryApril Jane Hyphen710 years 8 months ago
StoryPillock's Castle (3) airyfairy1210 years 8 months ago
StoryA fleeting moment of beauty Yvonne Anderson1010 years 8 months ago
StoryNotes from a Dirt Engineer - Old Apple Trees Jane Hyphen610 years 9 months ago
StoryNotes from a Dirt Engineer - Failure Jane Hyphen410 years 9 months ago
StoryEven Stephen. jolono2210 years 9 months ago
StoryA celebration of austerity Terrence Oblong1010 years 9 months ago
StoryFor the Love of Her Silver Spun Sand610 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Scrambled Eggplant - A Craven Danger Mystery hudsonmoon1410 years 9 months ago
StoryChinese Girlfriend Jane Hyphen710 years 9 months ago
StoryRambling celticman1210 years 10 months ago
StoryLemon Shark Jane Hyphen410 years 10 months ago
Storysnap celticman1310 years 10 months ago
StoryCurriculum vitae Parson Thru910 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Who's Who of Who Jane Hyphen410 years 10 months ago
StoryBarcelona Midnight pleurotus310 years 10 months ago
StoryLet's Move On Immediately-Part Two geegogs1810 years 10 months ago
StoryCURSE Bee1911 years 2 days ago
Storyyou get what not celticman2111 years 4 days ago
StorySeven Sins agnosticnun811 years 5 days ago
StoryHow To Train Your Dog K-Burgin1411 years 1 month ago

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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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Put Away Summer

Put away summer Cast a veil upon the sun Know tiredness, sleep away. Wind-withered leaves cannot Hold on as birds no longer Aim the candor of their...
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Feeling Confused about Time

Feeling confused about time Yesterday I was twenty three Running on the spot, feeling ashamed Young blood flowed out through cuts A caustic youth, I...

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