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Articles tagged "Gaelic Literature"

Two Poems

Blackberries She pricks blood from a bush, eyes as bright as time to come that casts no shadow on her years. If memory serves me right, she says, a year after her return, the blackberries are nowhere as sweet as the snow we had last year. The shimmering tide is high as the sun that fills every cove of her pulse, and a thorn in her talk, unknown to her, skins the tips of my fingers. She wants me to taste the black sweetness, grown bitter as truth on the tip of my tongue. If I could...

Standing Still for the Night

Cast your dark line over broken tides. Blanket the blank spaces. Stars spring from your cracks and the moon rides in your pocket. Cast it like shadows flown from your back. Hold that pose. Take into you canyon and wood. Late nights when we were together busying ourselves in barrooms, I'd enjoy our ignorance. Now I wait for our lines to potentially collide; you will hear the gossip that takes away my breath. For I'm not whole, nor was I...
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