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…...

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…...

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…...