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StoryDescent from Kings - The Royal Clans Angusfolklore14 years 3 months ago
StorySt Rumon's Space (Redruth) Angusfolklore34 years 3 months ago
StoryA Remembered Summons Angusfolklore44 years 8 months ago
StoryMoving Angusfolklore34 years 8 months ago
StoryVisiting the Old House at Twilight Angusfolklore64 years 8 months ago
StoryDusk Words Angusfolklore04 years 8 months ago
StoryCornish Ghetto Wedding Angusfolklore04 years 8 months ago
StoryAutumn Things Angusfolklore114 years 10 months ago
StoryRaptor Angusfolklore44 years 11 months ago
StoryOld Owl Angusfolklore44 years 11 months ago
StoryHis Twilight Angusfolklore05 years 6 days ago
StoryFour Legged Mary Angusfolklore05 years 3 weeks ago
StoryIce On The Inside Angusfolklore65 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Afterlife of Spiders Angusfolklore155 years 1 month ago
StoryMoonrouse Angusfolklore05 years 1 month ago
StoryMoff Angusfolklore115 years 1 month ago
StoryDalriada Angusfolklore15 years 1 month ago
StoryDark Age Sands Angusfolklore15 years 1 month ago
StoryMuseum Grave Angusfolklore15 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Goors o' Gowrie - Devil's Work or Ancient Tribal Meeting Place? Angusfolklore05 years 7 months ago
StoryPast Dwellers (The Lost) Angusfolklore35 years 7 months ago
StoryAlex Harvey Paid the Ferryman (in 1982) Angusfolklore25 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Goat and Brian Jones Angusfolklore05 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Princes of the Dark Ages At The Sea Side (Part Two) Angusfolklore05 years 10 months ago
StoryKnave-Go-By Angusfolklore05 years 10 months ago

My stories

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Wrong Town On A Sunday

They took a wrong turn and a half and ended up in the wrong town on a Sunday. German tourists who didn't know better, beguiled by a lying guide book...
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Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

Killed By Cows

This is not the time to wonder, as they thunder towards you, whether they are cows or bulls. Just run. You have wandered into a zone that seemed...
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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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