Jane Hyphen

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StoryThe Fatberg Jane Hyphen212 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Surprising History of “The Jack in the Box” (IP) well-wisher012 years 8 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Twelve - The Momentum Continues Jane Hyphen012 years 8 months ago
StoryBeshley and Simone - Part Two Jane Hyphen012 years 8 months ago
StoryCillit Bang Jane Hyphen512 years 8 months ago
StoryCheer up love it might never happen......... Jane Hyphen012 years 8 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Nine - The Lawns Estate Jane Hyphen212 years 8 months ago
StoryShe'll Make Me Work In This Jane Hyphen412 years 8 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Eight - The Anniversary cont'd Jane Hyphen212 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Biscuits in Parliament Jane Hyphen812 years 8 months ago
StoryA Dead Man Knocked My Door Jane Hyphen612 years 8 months ago
StoryHave You Seen My Nipple Tape? Jane Hyphen512 years 8 months ago
StoryInfinite Sky Jane Hyphen312 years 8 months ago
StoryPermanent Wilting Point Jane Hyphen712 years 8 months ago
StoryBishops with Vaginas Jane Hyphen1012 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Verge adora312 years 8 months ago
Story21st Century If......... Jane Hyphen212 years 8 months ago
CollectionRidiculum vulgaris Jane Hyphen012 years 8 months ago
CollectionDeath Jane Hyphen012 years 8 months ago
CollectionBastards Jane Hyphen012 years 8 months ago
StoryUnlikely Events and Impossible Truths h_v_h312 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Mannequins of Big Sur K-Burgin1512 years 8 months ago
StoryOn Sizzling Days Jane Hyphen012 years 8 months ago
StoryMidsummer Stillness Jane Hyphen012 years 9 months ago
StoryTHE FERRIS WHEEL Linda Wigzell Cress1912 years 9 months ago

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The Girl in the Photo

She’s just a girl in a photo We hold the corner and her gaze And whisper, ‘Don’t look down.’ There’s frailty hidden in the frame Cracks opened in our...
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The End of the Evening

‘Can we move the table a bit Arni, I want to be in the shade.’ Arnold removed the wine glasses and placed them carefully on the ground, he held the...
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Duka's Return

‘Enver, Enver, your lunch!’ The dappled shade from the pine tree is perfect for sitting and writing but he never gets further than the first two...
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Teeth

Teeth, pale stones planted deep In pits of fleshy pink, glistening Within the black hole, the orifice Of sustenance, speech and breath Blankets of...
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Ant

The sun is shining Hot air builds Heat haze hovers And hoovers into holes Heed the Hymenoptera The ant is out Out and about And all its kith and kin...

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