Gearrscéal
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Poem: Pathways
Did you ever learn about orienteering in school, in scouts, or as a kid? Being given a map by a grown-up and told to find your way towards treasure, the campsite, or home.
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Poem: Rebirth/Regret
for Imad In previous incarnationsmy phoenix soul, once reborn,would fly into the skies and scream;not in painbut searing vitality,proud in youth’s redeemed strength. But this time
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Bás an Scríbhneora(?)
Suím i gcaifé cathrach, le ríomhaire os mo chomhair ar an mbord, agus ceol á sheinm i mo chluasáin. Tá cappuccino le bainne coirce á ól agam go mall, mise ag baint taitneamh as blas séimh na seacláide agus breosla an chaife. Díreach mar atá déanta agam go rí-mhinic thar na blianta, ó bhí mé…
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Press Release: Love, Loss, and Lockdown in New Irish Poetry Collection
Scott De Buitléir releases second bilingual poetry collection, with foreword from Scottish Gaelic writer, Marcas Mac an Tuairneir
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Gearrscéal: An Dordveidhil
Ba é an chéad dordveidhil a fuair Ciara ná an ceann céanna is a bhí ag a seanmháthair
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Gearrscéal: Caife
Mothaíonn Áine sách uaigneach ina háit oibre, ach is cosúil go bhfuil cairdeas nua ag fanacht uirthi i gcaifé cathrach.
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Poem: Prayer
We are uneasy, living in such mundane luxury as this: The privilege of stasis, waiting on the last to die like the first-born sons of Egypt while we at home watch dust build over dust, ashes to ashes. We, rich – for now – in hygiene and health know not the pain of that final…
Scott De Buitléir 