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StoryDo Shining Streams Dream of Radiant Ladies? Angusfolklore27 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Lore of Angus Bells Angusfolklore17 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Man With The White Sandshoes Angusfolklore37 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Second Move Angusfolklore27 years 2 months ago
StoryDreckly (Part Two) Angusfolklore37 years 2 months ago
StoryDreckly (Part One) Angusfolklore27 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Slippery World of Superstition Angusfolklore27 years 6 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Conclusion) Angusfolklore17 years 7 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Part 1) Angusfolklore47 years 7 months ago
StoryCaptain Kidd, Accidental Pirate? Dundonian? Angusfolklore57 years 8 months ago
StoryComfy Cosy Angusfolklore58 years 1 month ago
StoryUrien Angusfolklore08 years 1 month ago
StoryWitches of Brechin Angusfolklore18 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Forfar Witches Angusfolklore38 years 2 months ago
StoryHoodie Angusfolklore38 years 2 months ago
StoryFAQ Angusfolklore38 years 2 months ago
StoryBourtree and Broom Angusfolklore38 years 2 months ago
StoryThose Who Cut The Holly Tree Angusfolklore68 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Battle of Nechtansmere, 685 A.D. Angusfolklore48 years 2 months ago
CollectionPoems of the Dark Ages Angusfolklore08 years 3 months ago
StoryPhantom Drummer of the Ogilvys Angusfolklore18 years 3 months ago
StoryMelgund Castle Angusfolklore38 years 3 months ago
CollectionFolklore of Angus (or Forfarshire) in Scotland Angusfolklore08 years 3 months ago

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The Crone

I heard the crone with the besom before dawn every morning, idly in action on the hill , sweeping without hope the red gold copper tide of autumn...
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The Coracle Oracle

Uncalled for, after he’d gone, his boat made its rudderless journey home. Just big enough for him alone, a bobbing empty shell from which the kernel...
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Cherry

Windsock at the Cheese Factory

There is a windsock at the cheese factory to warn when the cheddar cheese breeze is blowing far too hard, to mark our cards about low-flying...
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A Ghost Is Born

I am a gasp of wind which wants to beg admittance, having no ambition but to be inside, where she waits, her who can see what is not there and stares...
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Cherry

Green Man

What you thought a living halo of ivy amid the woodwork, was sandstone carved at a dizzy cathedral height, laureate head disgorging greenery, still...

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