Stories tagged irish

At a Welsh Wedding

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He was manic, depressive, schizophrenic, bipolar, paranoid, cyclothymic, borderline, or a genius.

The Snotgreen Sea

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The only reason why Paddy talked to me at all was because I quoted from Ulysses. The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea! I shouted as I shucked oysters for the dinner rush.

Irish, Until We Weren’t

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Who knew the old bird had a tarty past?

Lucan the Leprechaun

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Bowler hat, red neckbeard, green pea coat, white dress shirt, umpa lumpa suspenders, either green shorts that were too long or green trousers that were too short, white stockings and black shoes, each sporting the signature gold leprechaun buckle.

Mickey

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I spent three hours of my Friday afternoon with Mickey in Paddy's Irish Pub in historic downtown Charleston. I had grown up in Charleston. After finishing up law school at The University of South Carolina, I was able to move back with my wife, Sarah, and…

Annals of the Naked Rowdies #3

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They swarmed over him like a pack of dingos on a baby.

Now

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‘Miguel! A pint of Guinness, please!' I might as well have asked for his mother's immortal soul. A smile as benign as a stiletto. But he served a clean and tidy pint.

What The Hell Nationality Are You?

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It’s confusing enough to grow up in a place like America, a country without definitive culture, except for ranch dressing and reality TV, but it’s even worse to grow up half one thing, half another, christened a hyphenation of names without connection to

FYI

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It was a taste of cold baked beans sliding down the throat

My Great Uncle Jerry, a Villanelle

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Jeremiah Sherwood was Irish, Catholic, and gay.

The Agreement

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Our Irish tradition is rich in Yeats, drenched in Bushmills.

1888: Mrs. Sherwood

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It's gone too long since her Robby Sherwood's dreams rose through the tenement chimney into pear-sweet clouds. Once was he planned histories, carried herself over slopes of hesitations to the night meadow, soft-skinned and whispered. Her man shouldered…