Jane Hyphen

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StoryThings Piss Me Off... (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1812 years 6 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Eight - The Anniversary cont'd Jane Hyphen212 years 6 months ago
StoryFuneral TheGameCat1312 years 6 months ago
StoryTime of the year, really .. denni1812 years 6 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Eight - The Anniversary Jane Hyphen212 years 6 months ago
StoryHeading Downstream primate212 years 7 months ago
StoryWHEN WE WERE ANIMALS moonphish312 years 7 months ago
StoryThere Once Was A Time...... Jane Hyphen412 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Strangers on the Trains ( Part 5) jolono1112 years 7 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Seven - Spider's Story Jane Hyphen212 years 7 months ago
StorySong of the Big Belly Oak skinner_jennifer3512 years 7 months ago
StoryNewborn pbdean312 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Story That Must be Told ( End) jolono3412 years 8 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Four - The Jules House Jane Hyphen212 years 8 months ago
StoryGo Feral! Jane Hyphen612 years 8 months ago
StoryShould You Really Have Shaved That Thing? The Talisman912 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Scrump Brother's Poem Thebighand5212 years 8 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Five - The Spooner's Return Jane Hyphen212 years 9 months ago
StoryI, Doody Claire God212 years 9 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Two - The Rob cont'd Jane Hyphen312 years 10 months ago

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Low Flame in the Slow Lane

I’m a low flame In the slow lane Slow flowing Brain wader Thoughts coming Fleet, fading Breaking up and going Few words to say Hushed Just enough To...
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Some Good Will Come Of This

Some good will come of this Flowers will grow on the settled dust That rode the brummal wind As we were bitten raw Cast in ice, we vernalised We...
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Have You Seen My Sister?

Have you seen my sister? My kin My skin and blister She lives inside a dream Between two scenes She is a drifter Her smile is just a wisp And her...
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November

November you’re the darkest shade Of nothing but a death parade Delight you do in grim decay Cruel winds to blow it all away Make ashes of our summer...
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The Dead Man's Garden

I dug a dead man’s garden on a molten summer’s day When his bones had turned to ashes and his grass had turned to hay Too rare was it for scuttle,...

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