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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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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Appetitus Mortiferum (London)

There were a few cracks of thunder in Vauxhall, a cloud formed in Dulwich, several large raindrops made blotches on the pavements of Catford then...

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