Jane Hyphen

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StoryGeorge and Spider Part Eight - The Anniversary Jane Hyphen213 years 1 month ago
StoryHeading Downstream primate213 years 2 months ago
StoryWHEN WE WERE ANIMALS moonphish313 years 2 months ago
StoryThere Once Was A Time...... Jane Hyphen413 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Strangers on the Trains ( Part 5) jolono1113 years 2 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Seven - Spider's Story Jane Hyphen213 years 2 months ago
StorySong of the Big Belly Oak skinner_jennifer3513 years 3 months ago
StoryNewborn pbdean313 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Story That Must be Told ( End) jolono3413 years 3 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Four - The Jules House Jane Hyphen213 years 3 months ago
StoryGo Feral! Jane Hyphen613 years 3 months ago
StoryShould You Really Have Shaved That Thing? The Talisman913 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Scrump Brother's Poem Thebighand5213 years 3 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Five - The Spooner's Return Jane Hyphen213 years 4 months ago
StoryI, Doody Claire God213 years 4 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Two - The Rob cont'd Jane Hyphen313 years 5 months ago

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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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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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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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