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StoryDo Shining Streams Dream of Radiant Ladies? Angusfolklore27 years 3 days ago
StoryThe Lore of Angus Bells Angusfolklore17 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Man With The White Sandshoes Angusfolklore37 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Second Move Angusfolklore27 years 1 month ago
StoryDreckly (Part Two) Angusfolklore37 years 1 month ago
StoryDreckly (Part One) Angusfolklore27 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Slippery World of Superstition Angusfolklore27 years 4 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Conclusion) Angusfolklore17 years 6 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Part 1) Angusfolklore47 years 6 months ago
StoryCaptain Kidd, Accidental Pirate? Dundonian? Angusfolklore57 years 7 months ago
StoryComfy Cosy Angusfolklore58 years 3 days ago
StoryUrien Angusfolklore08 years 6 days ago
StoryWitches of Brechin Angusfolklore18 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Forfar Witches Angusfolklore38 years 1 month ago
StoryHoodie Angusfolklore38 years 1 month ago
StoryFAQ Angusfolklore38 years 1 month ago
StoryBourtree and Broom Angusfolklore38 years 1 month ago
StoryThose Who Cut The Holly Tree Angusfolklore68 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Battle of Nechtansmere, 685 A.D. Angusfolklore48 years 1 month ago
CollectionPoems of the Dark Ages Angusfolklore08 years 1 month ago
StoryPhantom Drummer of the Ogilvys Angusfolklore18 years 1 month ago
StoryMelgund Castle Angusfolklore38 years 1 month ago
CollectionFolklore of Angus (or Forfarshire) in Scotland Angusfolklore08 years 2 months ago

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The Birth of Blodeuwedd

You, under heaven, sang nine songs for her, here on this hill: Math and Gwydion, magicians before the bards found Christ. Oak and broom and...

War Footing

Hatches not battened down, but thrown open. More than this beginning: sinister gate that guards hatred swinging dangerously on its hinges, creaking...

Moving

Moving house. Nod to the skeletons in the shrubbery (only buried guinea pigs holding long gone paws). This relocation coincides, more or less, with a...
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Keith Moon

Did you know those skins you beat so madly was your own? Throw out that metronome - dear boy - don’t need that tick-tock here. Timing's celestial, if...

Skip Spence

Skip Spence, hobo boy, homeless in the wake of Moby Grape , got outta jail, rode a Harley south and made an album in a heartbeat (or a week, makes...

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