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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September 13, 1983 Let the winter come now to clear this gagging heat, and sweep away the sweating rabble in their straining shorts. Let...
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My recent revelations concerning encounters with bullies through the years were said by quite a few to be a disturbing read; even family mem...
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1973 You must be feeling down at acting the clown, So weary of always playing the fool. Never finding time to be kind In your drama...
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Continuing my solo therapy with there not being enough resources for a one-to-one with a professional, deemed not suitable for a group onl...
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February 2011 There’s a wee man wi’ a wee dug that walks doon our street. He’s an arrogant, swaggerin’ bloke wi yon rat at his feet. ...
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‘Every day is a school day’ according to a saying by someone, some time. Although this education adage is unattributed, it is true. In the p...
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Next month will bring the 50th anniversary of a Morkis adventure that has been shared with just a few. The reason this came to mind is tha...
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It has taken a while, several decades in fact, but I now feel I have the courage to re-visit and explore the works of the acclaimed Sc...
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East Fife Mail March 4, 1992 Nursery education is now available to virtually every child in Fife. It is a world of pre-school fun ...
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Hate replaced fear at that moment; I remember it as though it were yesterday. I despised them and loathed their very existence. I wished the...

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