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3 article(s) translated from Gaelic

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...

Two Poems

For the Scottish Gaelic originals, please click here. The Chinese Beetle In a certain region of China, in the southwest, not far from the mountains of Yunnan, a kind of apple is to be found with such an exquisite flavor that in ancient times the emperors would spend their gold to buy them, and offer them at feasts and banquets in the great palace. But they didn't actually taste like apples. I read that this was because of a beetle which is only found on the trees...

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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