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StoryA Remembered Summons Angusfolklore44 years 5 months ago
StoryMoving Angusfolklore34 years 5 months ago
StoryVisiting the Old House at Twilight Angusfolklore64 years 5 months ago
StoryDusk Words Angusfolklore04 years 5 months ago
StoryCornish Ghetto Wedding Angusfolklore04 years 6 months ago
StoryAutumn Things Angusfolklore114 years 7 months ago
StoryRaptor Angusfolklore44 years 9 months ago
StoryOld Owl Angusfolklore44 years 9 months ago
StoryHis Twilight Angusfolklore04 years 9 months ago
StoryFour Legged Mary Angusfolklore04 years 10 months ago
StoryIce On The Inside Angusfolklore64 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Afterlife of Spiders Angusfolklore154 years 10 months ago
StoryMoonrouse Angusfolklore04 years 11 months ago
StoryMoff Angusfolklore114 years 11 months ago
StoryDalriada Angusfolklore14 years 11 months ago
StoryDark Age Sands Angusfolklore14 years 11 months ago
StoryMuseum Grave Angusfolklore14 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Goors o' Gowrie - Devil's Work or Ancient Tribal Meeting Place? Angusfolklore05 years 4 months ago
StoryPast Dwellers (The Lost) Angusfolklore35 years 5 months ago
StoryAlex Harvey Paid the Ferryman (in 1982) Angusfolklore25 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Goat and Brian Jones Angusfolklore05 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Princes of the Dark Ages At The Sea Side (Part Two) Angusfolklore05 years 8 months ago
StoryKnave-Go-By Angusfolklore05 years 8 months ago
StoryBlack Dog On The Skyline Angusfolklore05 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Unwritten Notebook Angusfolklore05 years 8 months ago

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Hibernation

We prepare a bed of leaves in a hidden place as these hard days shorten. I tell the forest not to wake me until... possibly the snow drops appear,...
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Poem of the week

The Border Ballads

Hear, these women singing the pure thread of pain, woven through the landscape where there was no grace but dread and drama, a silver dreaming...
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The December Grass

Under contract, he mows the pristine estate edgings unknowingly, him in the day glo, hood up, head down. No seasonal ho-ho-ho about him (and who can...
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Poem of the week

East Coast Scotland (Reflection)

I have spoken with others about the effect of this sea upon us. The North Sea, I mean. Some have given it other names more suited to the surly waves...
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Scottish Bog Body

In the layer below prayer he kneels in odd supplication to something we no longer have words for. (Said in Gaelic, Scots or Norn still means nothing...
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