Jane Hyphen

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StoryFuneral TheGameCat1312 years 11 months ago
StoryTime of the year, really .. denni1812 years 11 months ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Eight - The Anniversary Jane Hyphen212 years 11 months ago
StoryHeading Downstream primate212 years 11 months ago
StoryWHEN WE WERE ANIMALS moonphish312 years 12 months ago
StoryThere Once Was A Time...... Jane Hyphen412 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Strangers on the Trains ( Part 5) jolono1113 years 55 min ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Seven - Spider's Story Jane Hyphen213 years 4 days ago
StorySong of the Big Belly Oak skinner_jennifer3513 years 1 week ago
StoryNewborn pbdean313 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Story That Must be Told ( End) jolono3413 years 1 week ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Four - The Jules House Jane Hyphen213 years 2 weeks ago
StoryGo Feral! Jane Hyphen613 years 2 weeks ago
StoryShould You Really Have Shaved That Thing? The Talisman913 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Scrump Brother's Poem Thebighand5213 years 3 weeks ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Five - The Spooner's Return Jane Hyphen213 years 1 month ago
StoryI, Doody Claire God213 years 1 month ago
StoryGeorge and Spider Part Two - The Rob cont'd Jane Hyphen313 years 2 months 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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