August 2017
At every chevron on every bend, there's a reminder of a new beginning coming after every end.
Mist on the mountains, rolling over the lochan's water, embracing a lost son and a wounded daughter, both trying to get back from following in their father's fading tracks.
Picture: Havenshell
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CONTENTS
- Columns (60)
- Prose poems (24)
- Songs (14)
Welcome
Welcome to 'A Frample', a confused tangle of columns, prose poems and lyrics. It's not so much a blog as an online folder, lying somewhere between a drawer and the bin.
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My mother and father with one of my sisters and one of my brothers. July 31, 2019 You should never wash your dirty linen in public...
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East Fife Mail, July 15, 1992 The war may well have ended in 1945 but there was one person who kept our shores free from foreign i...
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December 16, 2018 In many areas of the newspaper industry, core design is now by means of template. To those not familiar with the p...
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February 20, 2019 “Tam! Tam! Go ben the hoose and fetch yon Box Brownie fae the dresser an’ bring it intae the scullery. Ah’m needin’ ...
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Don't you dare evacuate me, not ready to come home. I'm sitting on a lounger on the sand Looking at battleships in the bay The jet...

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