Jane Hyphen
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | a break from hoovering | Di_Hard | 19 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | clues | Di_Hard | 16 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | not ready to fly yet | Di_Hard | 14 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | hard and fast and shiny | Di_Hard | 10 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | gorse | Di_Hard | 13 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | herring gull gallantry | Di_Hard | 14 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | change of address | Di_Hard | 29 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | bluebells | Di_Hard | 24 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | grass/july | Di_Hard | 18 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | wings, late summer | Di_Hard | 18 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | recipe | Di_Hard | 14 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Present | Di_Hard | 21 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | virus | Di_Hard | 21 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | 28th April | Di_Hard | 19 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | The agony and the ecstacy | Truth42 | 26 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Dream with the breeze | Rhiannonw | 8 | 6 years 1 month ago |
| Story | Frequenters Of My Garden | skinner_jennifer | 12 | 6 years 2 months ago |
| Story | before she could not | celticman | 7 | 6 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Grief is a Shower of Rocks | Jane Hyphen | 11 | 6 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Away with the Fairies | Jane Hyphen | 11 | 6 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Ode To A Pink Lady | skinner_jennifer | 8 | 6 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Here Comes The Sun | David Kirtley | 4 | 6 years 2 months ago |
| Story | Vocations | celticman | 10 | 6 years 2 months ago |
| Story | I Remember when there was So Much Space | Jane Hyphen | 9 | 6 years 2 months ago |
| Story | The Bee | socialeaf | 17 | 6 years 3 months ago |
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She said her name was Winter
After the party, I marked her Just as the colours drained In her gelid crystal necklace Blowing out the lights And hushing the wild creatures She was...
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He's Left These Woods
He’s left these woods, Mr Pip slipped quietly through a gap. A quick look back then gone between the trees. Fifteen years ago I held him on my lap as...
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Winter Light
White bright winter light In blink flickers that burn We lie low, hemmed days Patient as winter flowers Suspended for the long game A solitary bee,...
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Life is for the Go Getters
Life is for the go getters. Pause and watch, open-mouthed as they gulp the here and now. Observe through a long lens, how they stuff themselves, like...
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They've Closed the Road
Have you heard, they’ve closed the road. Black ice reflections deep, like a mirror from the archives. We don’t want to see ourselves like that. There...
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I found this story, gripping,
Posted on Wed, 01 Mar 2023
I found this story, gripping, thoroughly absorbing and gut-wrenching. There is so much magic in a garden, especially after dark. I love the analogy of the terrarium and the drama of sudden bereavement tempered by the domesticity of turnips.
Read full commentPosted in Sweet Contemplation (Part 1 of 2) (IP)
Thanks for taking us on this
Posted on Sat, 25 Feb 2023
Thanks for taking us on this journey Rhiannon. I can just imagine the bright shiny sky and fresh air. I drank from Evandine spring last time I was there, the tasted so pure, despite being 'unsuitable for drinking'. Such a beautiful place. I love...
Read full commentPosted in Midsummer Hill, southern end of the Malverns
Hi Di, thanks for reading and
Posted on Mon, 13 Feb 2023
Hi Di, thanks for reading and commenting. It's funny about the ancestral genes isn't it, kind of the genetic lottery. Swanning around in long skinnies, oh to be young again (but without all the associated anxiety).
Read full commentPosted in These are the Legs I Ordered.
Very true words Rhiannon,
Posted on Sun, 12 Feb 2023
Very true words Rhiannon, eloquently written with the rhythm of the heart. A sentiment which we need to remind ourselves of, perhaps now more than ever.
Read full commentPosted in What goes in will emerge
A beautiful, carefully
Posted on Sat, 04 Feb 2023
A beautiful, carefully crafted description of the forest and then a jarring twist which sent chills down my spine.
I've seen this first hand, a friend's large dog caught a deer and sank its jaws into the poor animal's rump. I'll never...
Read full commentPosted in two paths (may be distressing)
Thank you Insert. They live
Posted on Mon, 30 Jan 2023
Thank you Insert. They live in my head but they have to pay rent, I have to pay tax on the rent mind...
Read full commentPosted in The Dream Tax
Perfect for young children,
Posted on Mon, 30 Jan 2023
Perfect for young children, just the right length and some repetition. Can you draw, Rhiannon? I honestly think you could publish this with illustrations.
Read full commentPosted in Let the Blue through!
I really enjoyed reading
Posted on Sat, 28 Jan 2023
I really enjoyed reading about your cats and your shopping too. Clarence sounds wonderful. I lost one of mine to the road last year, on the very last of the superhot days and it honestly broke my heart. I've still got her brother, when he's not...
Read full commentPosted in The Mind Of A Cat.
Ha, ha, I can just see him in
Posted on Sun, 15 Jan 2023
Ha, ha, I can just see him in that curry house. I used to quite like him but it got boring. I don't think he's quite as angry as Jordan Peterson though.
A baptism of Biryani? Darwinian Dhansak must be his favourite.
Read full commentPosted in Richard Dawkins in the curry house (Oxford)
This is my current dog
Posted on Tue, 03 Jan 2023
This is my current dog walking captured beautifully. Everything is so thoroughly dripping, squelchy. 'Seep into musty earth'. Your words remind me that these sights and sounds are indeed nourishing, I'm inclined to moan about what feels like ...
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