Jane Hyphen

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StoryThe Shelf- Part Three Jane Hyphen212 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Shelf - Part Two Jane Hyphen212 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Shelf Jane Hyphen212 years 1 month ago
StoryChestnut Mare Jambeadie1512 years 3 months ago
Blog entryChristine Hamill on ABCtales, Breast Cancer and Getting Published Luke Neima1412 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Children and the Ugg-Ugg well-wisher312 years 3 months ago
StoryHumanity Bee1712 years 3 months ago
Blog entryStan’s Novel – In the Day – Is Now Available Luke Neima412 years 5 months ago
StoryOrdinary Demons Jane Hyphen012 years 5 months ago
StoryI am never drinking again amateur712 years 5 months ago
StoryHer 64th boyfriend lavadis1812 years 5 months ago
StoryHerself at Christmas Jane Hyphen212 years 5 months ago
StoryQueer as Folk Bee1112 years 5 months ago
StoryCat-Omen Cake-queen1312 years 6 months ago
StoryPachyderm Limbs Jane Hyphen812 years 6 months ago
StoryNan Bee1312 years 6 months ago
StoryMerry Christmas, Mom randy-johnson112 years 6 months ago
Storyschool photos 32 celticman1712 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Way I Feel Bee1812 years 7 months ago
Storyschool photos 24 celticman2012 years 7 months ago
StoryJudith and Jake - Part Two of Two hudsonmoon1212 years 7 months ago
StorySuperfattycalorificextrahalitosis Buschell212 years 7 months ago
Storyschool photos 19 celticman1612 years 7 months ago
StoryI Went Back To My Hometown Jane Hyphen412 years 7 months ago
StorySandy Jane Hyphen412 years 7 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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