Jane Hyphen

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StoryVacant Jane Hyphen512 years 8 months ago
Storythe vitality of a vessel a.lesser.thing1112 years 8 months ago
StoryThings Piss Me Off... (I.P.) Silver Spun Sand1812 years 8 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Eight - The Anniversary cont'd Jane Hyphen212 years 8 months ago
StoryFuneral TheGameCat1312 years 9 months ago
StoryTime of the year, really .. denni1812 years 9 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Eight - The Anniversary Jane Hyphen212 years 9 months ago
StoryHeading Downstream primate212 years 9 months ago
StoryWHEN WE WERE ANIMALS moonphish312 years 10 months ago
StoryThere Once Was A Time...... Jane Hyphen412 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Strangers on the Trains ( Part 5) jolono1112 years 10 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Seven - Spider's Story Jane Hyphen212 years 10 months ago
StorySong of the Big Belly Oak skinner_jennifer3512 years 10 months ago
StoryNewborn pbdean312 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Story That Must be Told ( End) jolono3412 years 10 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Four - The Jules House Jane Hyphen212 years 10 months ago
StoryGo Feral! Jane Hyphen612 years 10 months ago
StoryShould You Really Have Shaved That Thing? The Talisman912 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Scrump Brother's Poem Thebighand5212 years 10 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Five - The Spooner's Return Jane Hyphen212 years 11 months ago
StoryI, Doody Claire God212 years 12 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Two - The Rob cont'd Jane Hyphen313 years 3 weeks ago

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I can't eat that!

I can’t eat that! Three choices of mains All heavy, somewhat difficult to swallow Meaty, sloppy, a bit scant Three or four side dishes Spicy, green,...
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Blue (poetry monthly)

Nothing’s enough but the blue And the blue is never true Blue is a lie Scattered wavelengths in the sky Cold miles of infinity And endless emptiness...
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Pick of the Month

My Neighbour the Alcoholic

My neighbour, the alcoholic Knows everything but remembers little She eats good food, pickles it herself She won’t let anyone see inside Privacy...
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Birdsong is a Massage for the Brain

Birdsong is a massage for the brain Piercing notes to shrink Our gilded entities inflamed Sound crystals sharp enough to Burst the perceived bubbles...
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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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