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 10 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 God213 years 10 hours ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Two - The Rob cont'd Jane Hyphen313 years 3 weeks ago

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Notes from a Dirt Engineer - Potted Husband

'Oh don't mind him, that's just Graham, he's re-building my wall for me, my neighbour caught it with her Polo,' Carol glances over her shoulder, '...
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Notes from a Dirt Engineer - Failure

'You are a total failure!' she announced, her face contorted with pubescent vitriol. 'Look at you, you're a gardener for fuck's sake!' As those words...

Notes from a Dirt Engineer - Old Apple Trees

Those apple trees. Those apple trees stand wearily, too far apart to touch each other yet close enough to annoy each other. Gnarled with curvature of...

Lemon Shark

She is a Lemon Shark A solitary dart Flashed caustic gold In her bathwater hold Circle eyes blind Bowed ratchets primed Mum strokes from afar A pulse...
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April

Where does sadness go? Does it drift into the gentle waves of sorrowtide, on grieving shores to ebb and flow? Does it languish in the everglades of...

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