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StoryKnowing The Crows Angusfolklore112 years 3 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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