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Welcome back to another episode of Crann na beatha Short Stories and Poetry
I am Terrance Ó Domhnaill, your village scéalaí, returning again this week with more stories and poems from authors around the world.
This week, I have three science fiction stories and a poem about the children of Palestine
I continue with the two serialized space faring stories this week from Substack writers, with a scary science fiction story and the poem I just mentioned. This episode may be a bit shorter than usual as I had a time trying to find enough decent stories to fill the half hour. Next week, I will start bringing seasonal stories and poetry as I can find them as we get closer to Samhain.
So gather round once more and let me read to you under the shade of the crann na beatha, the tree of life. Click play above to listen to the stories and poem.
I am struggling a bit to find enough stories and poems again to fill the half hour these days. Today was a good example. I came in just under the thirty minute mark. I do have a couple of stories and poems set for next week, plus the two serialized stories I have been reading. I have tried very hard not to offer two stories from the same writer but I will be making an exception next week, since we are coming up on Samhain.
This is the time of year when all of us write spooky stories and poetry and I am no exception. I have one of my own scary poems I dusted off and tweaked a little bit for next week. I rarely read any of my own work because this show is supposed to be for other writers whom I find that write such excellent material. I will let the audience judge whether I am making a mistake or not.
All of which brings me back to the future of this podcast. I will scrounge up enough stories to maintain my current schedule until the end of this month. Then, I will be combining my podcasts back into one. The Village Oak Tree.
I will still read stories and poetry on a regular basis but only when I have found enough stories and poems to make up a thirty minute show. So, it might be once a week, or I might skip a week to give me time to gather up enough stories.
I will create a audio and video broadcast with these details as we get closer to the end of the month and post it in all of my media platforms and social media accounts.
It is time to get back to work on my book writing and I can’t do that if I am spending my work week producing podcasts. I have decided after a year, to prioritize my goals. I have had fun doing these shows but it is time to turn back to writing the stories that are bouncing around in my head.
Especially since I am not charging for these podcasts, like some people on the podcast circuit seem to think I should be doing. I am content to keep my Substack page the way it is for now. If someone wants to be generous and offer a little support, there are many ways to do so. The obvious way is to be a paid subscriber here but this is probably the only time anyone has ever seen me say so here. I am not one to go around hat in hand, just so you know.
I do mention my donations opportunities for my efforts on my podcast web page at rss.com and on my website at www.crann-na-beatha.com for anyone with some spare change or so in each podcast as a commercial break.
Enough about that. I leave you the readers of these small newsletters with my thank you for all of the support you have to offer. Even if it’s just a bit of a read now and again. Sláinte
As a Seanchaí, I hope you will allow me to continue delighting you with a story or a poem here under the Crann na beatha. Maybe they will bring you a smile and take you away from your troubles for a time.
As I say good bye this week, I wish to leave you with this Irish blessing as you go about your day. "Let the devil take the low road and you take the high road. Ne’re the two of you ever meet at the pub when you arrive there" Slán go fóill - goodbye for now.
T. Ó Domnhaill - Gaelic Seanchaí
I near forgot to add in the links to the stories and poem. Here they are a day late. Sorry.
Don’t Read
It’s life-threatening
Whispers of Innocence:
The of Children Palestine… A Poem
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