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StoryThe Afterlife of Spiders Angusfolklore154 years 6 months ago
StoryMoonrouse Angusfolklore04 years 6 months ago
StoryMoff Angusfolklore114 years 7 months ago
StoryDalriada Angusfolklore14 years 7 months ago
StoryDark Age Sands Angusfolklore14 years 7 months ago
StoryMuseum Grave Angusfolklore14 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Goors o' Gowrie - Devil's Work or Ancient Tribal Meeting Place? Angusfolklore05 years 3 weeks ago
StoryPast Dwellers (The Lost) Angusfolklore35 years 4 weeks ago
StoryAlex Harvey Paid the Ferryman (in 1982) Angusfolklore25 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Goat and Brian Jones Angusfolklore05 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Princes of the Dark Ages At The Sea Side (Part Two) Angusfolklore05 years 4 months ago
StoryKnave-Go-By Angusfolklore05 years 4 months ago
StoryBlack Dog On The Skyline Angusfolklore05 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Unwritten Notebook Angusfolklore05 years 4 months ago
StoryThis Wood Angusfolklore05 years 4 months ago
StoryStar Gazey Pie Angusfolklore25 years 5 months ago
StoryWorse Than Elephants Angusfolklore05 years 5 months ago
StoryGeneral Tom Thumb Visits the Dundee Lunatic Asylum Angusfolklore05 years 5 months ago
StoryBring A Brick To Work Angusfolklore05 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Paper Trails (For JC) Angusfolklore25 years 5 months ago
StoryFar West Places Angusfolklore25 years 5 months ago
CollectionPoems of Scotland, Exile, and Everything Else Angusfolklore05 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Furnace Room Angusfolklore05 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Thistle King (From A Portrait of King James IV) Angusfolklore05 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Dwindling and Extinction of Gaelic in Angus Angusfolklore55 years 8 months ago

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Praying to St Lou Reed

Lou Reed snarls at the opening syllables of beseechment, the skinny boy's prayer. Nobody told the boy to beware this saint. 'You only came to me...
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Arctic Coats

We will wear our arctic coats for one last time, climbing to the top of the world that is all white and each direction is south. Winter forever...
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Scotch Measure (Part One)

Old men, see, when I was young, were different men. Carved like figureheads of fright, creatures of night, worse than the dead, some of them. Auld...
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Orkil the Poet On His Landing In Skye

Strange the ways of sea going men upon landing, hopes sharp as steel we brought to the natives, fierce the feeling on new land to win beneath our...

Travelling In Silence (Train Journey 2013)

My son asks me to speak more. I don’t. In the Quiet Coach I talk with a professional poet. A woman angrily tells us speaking is not allowed there.

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